Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Partner Poem
Cheesy, he tries to pose as a hipster
He’s completely planned out
Just a computer
He has no emotion in his smiley face
On a bus, trying to hide
He’s conformed by society
A smiling face but an absent mind
Weak hearted, blind eyes
No sense of reality
Just a bus rider, another kind of robot
Elyse Cohen Julia Jonaitis
Elyse Cohen Julia Jonaitis
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Sestina: Shadow
He runs through the snow
Trying his hardest to get away, to escape
Every step he takes makes a loud crunch
He can hear the voices behind him, run!
There's nothing he can do to quiet his footsteps...
Then appears the shadow
He feels a cold presence, the dark black shadow
Falling into the snow, the sight chilling his bones, cold hands deep in snow
He closes his eyes in terror, surrounded by the sound of footsteps
Closer, and closer, no escape
He realizes he can’t just sit there, not again, he must run
Feet hitting the snow, and behind him, crunch..crunch…crunch
A glance behind, crunch..crunch..crunch
And all at once, silence, a missing shadow
He stops, no need to run
Its quiet, deceiving, the air filled with falling snow
Uneasy, maybe this was the escape
He walks out into the field this time only surrounded by his own echoing footsteps
Suddenly warm, woken by recognizable footsteps
Not quiet awake, but the turn of a door handle brought him back, then a crunch
Mom moving around his room, damn this was the escape?
Was it a dream? There was some dark reality to this shadow
He had felt it, seen it, the white world of fear and snow
The snow out the window of his room brought memories of cold, the desperation to run
Abruptly, there was a crash, Lights out, run!
He heard the footsteps, his mother’s? no..he knew these footsteps
He pushed open the screen door, how is this happening, feet in the familiar snow
The reality coming back, the loud pounding of running feet, crunch after crunch
He knew his fate, his evil, the shadow
Not again, escape
Trying his hardest to get away, to escape
He can now hear the one voice behind him, run!
No sign of hope, he feels the shadow
There’s nothing he can do to quiet his beating footsteps
Every thump makes a loud crunch
It wasn’t a dream, he’s faced by the shadow, his shadow, in the snow
He can’t see his escape, surrounded by the footsteps
He wants to run, frozen, silenced footsteps
The shadow beckons his soul, becoming one on that cold night in the snow
Trying his hardest to get away, to escape
Every step he takes makes a loud crunch
He can hear the voices behind him, run!
There's nothing he can do to quiet his footsteps...
Then appears the shadow
He feels a cold presence, the dark black shadow
Falling into the snow, the sight chilling his bones, cold hands deep in snow
He closes his eyes in terror, surrounded by the sound of footsteps
Closer, and closer, no escape
He realizes he can’t just sit there, not again, he must run
Feet hitting the snow, and behind him, crunch..crunch…crunch
A glance behind, crunch..crunch..crunch
And all at once, silence, a missing shadow
He stops, no need to run
Its quiet, deceiving, the air filled with falling snow
Uneasy, maybe this was the escape
He walks out into the field this time only surrounded by his own echoing footsteps
Suddenly warm, woken by recognizable footsteps
Not quiet awake, but the turn of a door handle brought him back, then a crunch
Mom moving around his room, damn this was the escape?
Was it a dream? There was some dark reality to this shadow
He had felt it, seen it, the white world of fear and snow
The snow out the window of his room brought memories of cold, the desperation to run
Abruptly, there was a crash, Lights out, run!
He heard the footsteps, his mother’s? no..he knew these footsteps
He pushed open the screen door, how is this happening, feet in the familiar snow
The reality coming back, the loud pounding of running feet, crunch after crunch
He knew his fate, his evil, the shadow
Not again, escape
Trying his hardest to get away, to escape
He can now hear the one voice behind him, run!
No sign of hope, he feels the shadow
There’s nothing he can do to quiet his beating footsteps
Every thump makes a loud crunch
It wasn’t a dream, he’s faced by the shadow, his shadow, in the snow
He can’t see his escape, surrounded by the footsteps
He wants to run, frozen, silenced footsteps
The shadow beckons his soul, becoming one on that cold night in the snow
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Alex Stoddard
http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/stunning-selfportraits-by-a
- These self-portraits were shown to me by a friend, myself being a "photographer" I thought they were phenomenal and raw images. I'm so glad this kid had the courage to share these because they are a personal side of this once 17 year old kid captured by himself (now probably around 18 or 19) and show his true talent. He makes me jealous and amazed in the same sense. This one is my favorite, but its worth checking out all of them..just copy and paste the link.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Lyrical Poetry
(Robert Plant and Alison Krauss)
Caught out running
With just a little too much to hide
Maybe baby
Everything's gonna work out fine
Please read the letter
I pinned it to your door
It's crazy how it all turned out
We needed so much more
Too late, too late
A fool could read the signs
Maybe baby
You'd better check between the lines
Please read the letter, I
Wrote it in my sleep
With help and consultation from
The angels of the deep
Once I stood beside a well of many words
My house was full of rings and
Charms and pretty birds
Please understand me, my
Walls come falling down
There's nothing here that's left for you
But check with lost and found
Please read the letter that I wrote
Please read the letter that I wrote
One more song just before we go
Remember baby
All the things
We used to know
Please read my letter
And promise you'll keep
The secrets and the memories and
Cherish in the deep
Ah...
Please read the letter that I wrote
Please read the letter that I wrote
Please read the letter that I wrote
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