Ode to The Sonnet King(s)

ok…Bare with me…

I wrote some of this in class, not FOR class, just in class…

The premise is simple, I’ve written (am writing) two Sonnets…

One based on Petrarch’s rhyme scheme and one based on Shakespeare…

The topic owes its inspiration to one of my favorite’s from The Beatles
it’d be cool if someone could guess what it is:-)

ok I’m not the greatest writer but I just felt like doing this most of my poems aren’t structured well so this took some participation ha

Sonnet 1-A
Fallen Skin to take my spirit along with it
But only if with age your offer fades
As locks turn gray lonely my tear wades
From your refusal to catch, alone it will sit

No longer will that wound be fresh from the bugs bit
But will all evidence evade from that scar made
Should I see this love loss as a debt that’s been paid
Paid off in tears that lay deep in my stomach’s pit

In the end I will to see
Fallen from grace your youth and all
But I’ll remember the scar forever

Turn grey believe my heart will never
I’ll remember those locks and catch them once they fall
My love won’t suffer because of what is to be

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Sonnet 1-B

Destined to grow old and wither away
But I wonder will you keep me company
Old maybe stale my love will stay
But could you say the same to a withered me

Seasons change but my affection stands still
I would hope your feelings the same
Unless as age fades so does your will
I’ll miss that strength that yet has came

Alas your decrepit love that resembles my face
Only reflects on its feeble standing
I’ll accept it with age and take it with grace
Eventually escaping my adoration branding

As soon that eye no more possesses my twinkle
So to will you in my eyes start to wrinkle

|Conscious|Conclusion|

Wrote this in the midst of class, faded on brain power, and failing at emotional stability, thus…

My ears have three…

The Bad

Remember sudden tragedy so you can breath a new existence into being afraid of living. Forget your courage and submit to your fears, dependency will recluse copies of a foreseen fail of you, don’t be a stranger to regret…

The Good

Remember the joy that’s brought back mortal souls from a painless death. Create visions of utopia for the life of you future, and congratulate the past for creating your change. Involve the world in your love and understand why we all are one…

The Truth

Remember the walk to your finish line as the painful and beautiful journey it’s been. Escape your illusions of despair and fall victim to fulfillment of ambition. We are who we aren’t, because we can choose to be it all. Don’t forget to learn the lesson of every fall…

Rhetoric|ulous|?| “IDEEKAY” |You Tell Me…|

Gettin’ lite cuz my heads been headed for the guillotine BEHEADED…
A case of insanity…they say I’m insane…
Cuz my mental images are unframed…
They lack borders to keep them from falling outside of the box…
Borderline suicidal thoughts… of creativity
Juxtaposed by my (ill)phrenic fingers, holding on to (ill)existing walls in attempts to hold back (ME)…
But I’ll cremate myself before they bury me…my thoughts (I mean)…
because what’s the point of living if I can’t think?
Veganism doesn’t appeal to me… plus I’m way too fruity to aspire to a vegetated state…
Thus Thou Relate? or am I really that crazy?
Are my illusions so rabbit that a muzzle is needed?
Should I continue to allow these prophetic perceptions of…anything go untreated?
Medicated therapy compresses thought…
PROVOKING the opposite of change…
Now THAT’S insane…so maybe I’m ok…at least…according to my reasoning…

Do you think I’m crazy (too)?

Cuz she said “WHY YOU DON’T BE RHYMIN’?”

AYE I don’t follow beats I Lead them…

So don’t judge the structure of my poem (but if you want to That’s fine too (: )

Hunger Pains-

(MY EARS) read what you were feeding

but my mind was so hungry I couldn’t process the sound

but as the words sink into the belly of my brain I feel the heart burning pain

seeping passed my mind and into my frame

settling in my stomach waiting…unclaimed

But give me time and I will receive it

No need to repeat it, because it’s already there

I’m just playing catch up with the beats from your snare

I’m a few beats behind, I’m on a slow processing line

Cuz my hearts been receiving bad blood

So it’s not beating like it should

That same sad song rumbling from my belly

Your words SOUNDS fed into the cause

A Replenishing love of thought

EVERY MORSEL YOU THREW I CAUGHT

By Means of DESPERATION

I’ve been starving and all that CONSERVATION

of thought was truly unsettling

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I was being battered with that same old sad song

Rumbling. Churning Growing.

Into nothing but old sediment that continued to settle in (constipation)

Broken from that hinderous repetition relaxing my mental bowels from that overbearing empty stool

It feels good to have food (:

Psh… I can rhyme when I want to...

Peace.

It’s Been Thought

He said I couldn’t be as great as him…

She said I couldn’t be as smart as her…

They said I couldn’t change the world like them…

but I say I can be a greater, smarter, world changing ME than they combined could ever be…

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Unwritten scrolls of the future haunt me in my sleep

Abruptly I wake up dripping in thoughts

nervously shaking, mumbling expressions of subsequent time

I have to catch my breath and adapt back to the present

Cooling Down

I’m slowing catching my breath, but with every inhale of oxygen follows an exhale of memory

Those scrolls are slowing burning away and I’m knowingly feeding the flames…

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My memories fade and I’m left to wonder

What?

When?

Why?

My mind’s in line for the answer but I ticket says “1000″

“Number 5 next!”

It had to have been important, I remember tales of my future…or was it fables of my past?

written centuries ago by someone farther up the bloodline, passing down the forgotten to me for future reference

Or…A glimpse at my future ascendancy to failure

I’m not saying I’m doomed to fail but it’s definitely an option…

Dear Elusie (Your Neglector)

I”ve refuse to admit abandonment, but I will agree to neglect…

I have been focused on myself so much that I’ve neglected absorbing myself into your…

I know I promise that I’ll keep you in touch…but…

I have NOT abandoned you, I’ve just had a lot of issues going on in my life…

My lack of post/contact has nothing to do with you…

It’s not that I’ve bored of filling you UP (in)

I’ve just been…busy

I won’t promise you more of me, but I will make an effort to visit you more…

and talk (into) you more…

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…|Style of the FREE variety|…

Fictions. Facts. my lines blurred a long time ago

Fiction holds more TRUTH than fact, because there are no lies…fictions is what it is…unreal

as with fact…lies can creep into “creditable” details when edited by a homo (sinner) sapient

Made up stories never lie to me…

That’s why I tell you I’m fiction, everything about me is made from a creator who’s mind imagines wonders far beyond fables of magic beans and candy land

I’m unreal, and that’s what makes me so true

I’m creations as are you…

Mhmmmmm.

Side note…. it’s 9:11 a.m…March 08 2009… I haven’t slept since 4.00 a.m. March 07 2009…

Insomnia….(Narcolepsy kicks in…NOW) a bunch of random thoughts put together with out much thought of order…just raw goodness for all you lucky stumblers who happen across these unsettles words that once brewed in the belly of my brains :)

peace

-Thought temperature-

If you’re happy and you know it (don’t show it)

Cheerful and you wanna shout? (shut your mouth)

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My life is a parody of pain, cycles of bitter pissed off memories make up the plot

I beg for a reason to say “see it does suck” only to be struck down by the hand of my own luck

real pain sneaks in during the screening, and I’m surprised to see it staring me in the face

Hurt isn’t artificial, no matter how hard I squint my dry eyes

-patience is key-

Wait long enough and before you know it failures calling with regret on 3way, talking about a three way…

it’s too much for me to take in, I just wanted a quickie maybe one at a time but I know they like to stick around for more than just one

The movie’s over, and I wish I could have change the ending

and make it never ending

because I don’t want to go home…

The Over Heard Silence

Pictures of unheard prayers carry the weight of my silence

I’m thinking it’s over because I’m no longer heard, not even by my own ears

Bumping into an empty glass-shattered pieces disappear from the table and reappear on the floor

I’ve cried for the death of those motionless shards

separated from each other, laying in silence

we’ve lost relation, and gained seclusion

I over heard you thinking, and I’m sorry I forgot you…in advance

It’s time for an ending because things have changed since the beginning

You don’t hear my voice but my silence is loud and clear…

Ahead (in) The Class

-Something I wrote while in class while the lights were off and the projector on-

As the bell rings my thoughts scatter,
I’m thrown back into play with the world
My daydreams become whispering nobodies in the back of the class
-The worlds filing in-
I hurry my composure before I’m spotted thinking alone
I chameleon my mode and I’m back to life…

I live among letters that grow into words
I run my life on adjectives as I try to avoid verbs
The alphabet can be a dangerous thing when placed into the mouths of others
Which is why I collect my words and train them to protect me from foreign letters

Lettering in the dark is like whispering to the def
But my mind can’t make sense of light so I’m ok as long as I go off the brain,
I’ve been drained of light and darkness has consumed, but my thoughts stay the same, (un)tampered by watts.

What’s it called when a writer gets blocked?

Ink less pen scribbles thoughtless words that blur into the colorless paper

lost and forgotten as the seconds pass and I move on down the line

The faster I write the closer I get to nothing, the faster I think the more I forget

The words are at the tip of my tongue, but I’ve misplaced that organ entirely

It’s just not coming to me I’m thinking to a Velcro wall

Ideas aren’t sticking, I’m running low on mental glue, my thoughts can’t think therefor I am BLOCKED

My mental juices are running dry, I’m gasping for metaphors, and my mouth is watering at the mental mirages of faceless words entering my brain

I can’t waste the little thoughts I have left, I need replenishing ideas before I can even think of finishing this…

What’s that thing called when you can’t think of words to write?

Writer’s block…

I have that…

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