Procrastination Poem (a poem)

Procrastination Poem

Written February 24th, 2012

I do not want to do homework!

Two essays by Monday, you ask

Such a tedious, boring task

On America’s smoggy industrial histories

On top of worksheets full

Of logarithms and matrices

A paper dancing with symbols and numbers

With every new Pre-Calc term I learn

I just feel excessively dumber!

Oh, the hours I waste, toiling away

With headaches and pots of coffee to achieve

Stellar grades on material to be forgotten a year from today

I have great purple mountains

Against prismacolor sunsets on my mind

Visions of summer paradises with sparkling fountains

Begging to be written on any scrap I can find

Fantastical worlds of crystalline imagery

Powerful renditions of a childhood memory

But alas! I have homework!

(Raise Your Voice) Me Being Me (a poem)

Raise Your Voice

Me Being Me

Written July 12th, 2011



There’s a little car racing along

Bright paint sparkling in the sun

And a girl leaning out the passenger window

Tapping a beat on the door to a lively song

Her long hair flies back in the wind

And she has a smile

Big enough for the whole world

Enjoying something simple for a while

The people in town watch her go

And smile quietly to themselves

Remembering the infectious grin

That helped ease a deep sorrow

Music Hallway

Music Hallway

Written June 6th, 2011

The soft smell of old must

Hinted in the air

An aged and well-loved carpet

Tread on by generations of shoes

A troop of elderly pianos

With chipped keys from extensive use

A din of music resonates

Echoing lightly on the walls

Here, here we camp

Soaking it all in

The years of bygone memories

The traces of personalities past

Fragments of talent, left behind

Drifting in the air,

Clinging to the walls,

Sleeping in the shadows;

You just have to look with your heart

We rest here, absorbing

An escape from the fast-paced world

A time to rest, heal, and create

A second home to wandering young souls

Just trying to find a place

This is the Music Hallway.

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A tribute to the music hallway at my high school, where so many teenagers, including me, just love to be. It's like a light to moths.... And this is where, I'm sure, Mikey's spirit wanders on occasion.  



The Corridors (a poem)

The Corridors

Through the empty meaningless corridors we walk

The pale gray brick holding us in

For some this place is hell

For others a haven

Me, I am not sure

Some days, I am surrounded by smiles,

On others

These cold eternal corridors

Transport empty, dead faces

Whose emotionless eyes gaze at the floor

But whether we are elated or empty

The walls don’t care

They are only there

To hold us in.

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Inspired by a day in school earlier this year when everyone just looked depressed. Maybe it was a monday.


Big Brother (a poem)

Big Brother

Written March 23rd, 2011

I grew up an only child
Among adults, coinciding in their world
I followed their example
Reading and writing preferred over play
I liked to learn new vocabulary
Instead of playing with dolls all day

I often wished on lonely days
Hanging upside-down off the couch
To amuse myself
With only T.V. for company
That I had a brother.
Perhaps a little one would be nice
To look after like the adults looked after me
But a big one would also suffice
He would play with me and protect me

School Night (a poem)

School Night

Written March 1st, 2011

I have found the perfect spot
That melts me into the mattress
I am perfectly comfortable
Finally
I start to drift to sleep

Then, as I am on the edge
The brink
of dreams
A new thought enters
Something I have not yet considered

I am wide awake again
This new thought
My new focus
Distracting me
From the rest I sought