FOUND POEM
Reena The violent passing People witnessed, but did not intercede Her family would never hear from her again She’d been asked to fight some girl, she tried to run Another found the act repulsive – but still she washed his bloodied clothes Reconcile the conventional picture of adolescent girls Found guilty and sentenced to life in prison We’re told girls don’t do this sort of thing Night passed to morning That night it came crashing down |
IMAGE POEM - Based on 'Mystery and Melancholy of a Street' by Giorgio de Chinico
Mystery of My Street It was early in the morning early even for me. My hair flew behind me as I ran toward the wind. Symmetrical buildings flew by like spinning in a gray room. A shadow grew in front of me. The sun inhibited my vision and burned my face. The shadow was not my own. I turned I ran from the birth of morning. trouble was not a lake I wished to swim in. (Photo Link: http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/giorgio-de-chirico/mystery-and-melancholy-of-a-street-1914) |
ODE
Ode to Words The English alphabet has 26 letters 26. Infinite words. Infinite. My tongue flicks and my teeth clench My jaw moves Vocal chords vibrate. And somehow You understand Just With words. |
BIO POEM
Sarah One day I'll do it. It'll happen, I swear. People will buy my books to read my words that were once just a dream in my head. I dream up stories because I'm not satisfied with my life. I want someone to read my words and be inspired to change something if they're not satisfied. I hate my world, so I'm making new ones. Ones where I'm the hero Or where I'm the damsel in distress Or ones where I'm just a girl, with big dreams, and even bigger ambitions. I'll write about tragedies, because they exist. I'll write about triumphs, because they're possible. I'll write about magic, because dammit I believe in it. I'll write about love, because I still have faith it will come. And I'll write about me, because I will not let anyone give up on their dreams. |