October 30

Rain sings me a lullaby
One I can't describe
Like freshly cleaned sheets
It comforts me tonight

I know it's not warm
And I know it's not dry
But the white noise dripping down
Is my friend while I lie

Soft fluctuations
In tempo and force
Create a symphony
Crashing down on my porch

Droplets are violas
and the wind is the drums
All orchestrated quietly
To a kind, modest hum

In place of counting sheep
This song will hold me tonight
As I lay here listening
to the rain til morning bright

October 29: Auditorium

The Artist

Break my heart again
Into more little pieces
Tell me you love me
When you don't really mean it
Chip away at my being
For days on end
Sculpt a piece worth loving
Then call me a friend
Let your actions be a chisel
and your words be a brush
To change my perception
To paint over my love
Make me how you want me
Then tell me I've changed
Because you can't love someone
Who can't stay the same
Take granite for granted
and once David is formed
Tell him he's useless
Cause he's not the David he was before

October 29

Metaphor Marathon
From this metaphor marathon, two longer metaphorical poems or multiple short poems must arise.

Miles 1-10: Write freely
I want my life to be neat. I want it to be tidy. I want to know where I'm going, how long it will take and how I'm going to get there. I know this sounds ridiculous, to know everything about my life, and that it might sound like there is no sense of mystery or adventure within my being. But this is not true. I love adventure. I like the unknown, but too often, what I venture into unknowingly ends up being a mistake or something that hurts me. At some point, this ideology will surely change, but for now, to know and to stand is better than to fall with no guarantee of anything catching you.

I want my life to be fun. I want a job that I love, an education that is useful, and

i just want to know. i want security. i want someone who isn't gonna hurt me who values me for what i am. i tired of the opposite. jumping in with no caution has become old. i'm sick of it.

As boring as it sounds, I want to go to a good school for something I like learning about, get a solid job and marry the woman I love (whomever she may be). I want to buy a big ass brick house in a wealthy suburb of somewhere with a good school with a good lacrosse team, and I want to send my kids there.

I want to be original. I want to mean something to someone.

Mile 11 and 12:

Mile 13 and 14: This shell seems to be together on the surface, but when you pick it up, it leaves dust on your figures, reminding you of it's parts and pieces coming off on your hand

October 23

It was the kind of car that when you saw it drive by, you were starstruck. You could see yourself in it. When you walked up to it at the dealer, you loved its color. You could see your face reflecting in the deep blue paint. It looked great even as you walked up and looked inside. It felt like a part of you when you opened the door and sat down. When you were in the seat, it felt comfortable. When you turned the key, it rumbled to life with a few coughs.

Then you started driving.

You looked out over the hood and saw that oceanic indigo and thought 'this is what I want.' The automobile grumbled along, its engine note not reflective of it's aesthetic qualities. You stepped on the gas pedal, but it didn't accelerate the way you envisioned. The steering wheel wasn't quite shaped right you noticed, as you turned a corner. The seat was a little too soft, too, and you had a sinking feeling, not about the cushion, but about this car that you once dreamed of. The brakes were too touchy, and the shifting wasn't smooth. The radio had awful sound, and the seatbelt was uncomfortable. As you pulled back into the lot, you parked it where it started. You were glad to be done with your drive, and you shut it off and attempted to get out, but not before the seat belt wouldn't come undone. Finally, you managed to free yourself, and you slammed the door in disgust. This car was not what it had seemed.

This car's name was Sara.

October 22

"After nourishment, shelter and compassion, stories are the thing we need most in the world." ~ Philip Pullman

Metaphors:
Change is the
relief after a long run
when you can finally rest.

Change is a
thorn, buried into your side,
Unable to be removed or touched.

Beauty is the
laughter you can't resist
when the person you're angry at
says something funny.

Beauty is laughter you can't resist
When the person you're angry at
Says something funny

Beauty is the irresistible laughter choked out
When your anger disappears.

Change is the laughter that springs out
When you no longer feel threatened
Because you've already given up.


I wish for you a beautiful moon of silvery white, illuminating your path as you try to stay in it's light.

October 21

"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect." ~ Anaïs Nin

Metaphors

Warm ups:
Emotion/color:
Deep green - thoughtfulness, spirituality, pensive
Violet - High and mighty, up there, better than you
Color of counseling - yellow
Cerulean blue - fun, exciting, bright
Sunset orange - abendrot, thoughtfulness, closure
Fiery red - heat, anger
Pale pink - sister's room, disconnect

Emotional overdose of a word: Connotation (tone)

Jealousy - black, grey, red, green
Anger - bright red, orange, brilliant white
Love - yellow, light blue,
Hatred - black.
Lust - purple, violet, fuchsia,
Affection - yellow, pink, deep blue
Joy - blue and white

Light grey, faking smiles so long that it doesn't even have it's joy anymore. Constant tiredness.

Turkey vulture circling a dead deer in the sky but never coming down. Always in the sky haunting.

A dog walking with you without a leash. Giant pine trees littering the ground needles, piercing the ground with their leaves from the beginning of life. Mama leopard carrying baby leopard by the scruff of its neck.

A circle, some parts smooth and some parts rough.

Two clouds that separate then reconvene as they pass through the sky.

October 19

I don’t want to fight 

and I don’t want to yell

I hate pointing out your flaws

Cause I, too, feel its hell

I just want to work it out

And find some common ground

Where love and lover see eye to eye

Where understanding is finally found

I don't know how to do that yet

But once I find a way

I'll bring us together on that path

To better and happier days