Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Final Portfolio

So, I had a hard time keeping up with my blogging during classes but here's the final versions I turned in for my course.

The Jump

She surrendered to the dream
within a café and the hope

of once dying embers
expanded out.

Anticipation arrives as restless wind;
their future, vague,

yet full of trepidatious longing.
He has been gone all

of two weeks, and still
he appears on the train

at her door
with open arms

promising a life together, shouting
his words skyward:

I need you like air, nicotine,
and conflict. Three years

of heartache will endure…
She reaches to him

and touches his hand –

he is not yet there.


hot sauce

red stains on the wall,
a reminder of shattered glass,
kool-aid dripping to the floor.
stale whiskey on his breath,
spoiled hot sauce in the trash,
an unforgiveable offense.
the red stains weep
for the shattered girl upon the floor.


self loathing

droplets of blood welling up
in half-moon tears up and down her arms.
scar tissue gouged
in the depths of one too young to comprehend
that the horror he felt
for his deviant genetics was not
her fault.
when his own blood splattered
hotel walls, she understood,
her love could never save him from himself.
she commemorates with ink
‘Ruin is a gift’
where he’d left his mark
so many years before.


Seeking

My longing is a hole that is nothing
but what remains around it. Once,
I wanted to be the white wind. Once,
I wanted anyone to fill me. I reach
for anyone willing. A soldier buttons himself
back into khaki, he looks up at me
and rubs his eyes, but I
am not there. A strange lostness
bodily present, the same body
broken open. Tell me what you know
about a body, and I will tell you how
it turns against itself. Letting the space
I free up remain vacant, a room that
remains locked, pieces of the moon
leaving for an empty home.
Nobody loves this genius child.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

hot sauce

red stains on the wall,
reminder of a shattered
glass
kool-aid on the floor.
his unpredictable
rage
stale liquor on his breath.
another violent retaliation
for an unforgiveable offense.
spoiled hot sauce in the trash,
shattered glass upon the floor.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

self loathing

the hatred he felt
for the way he was born
sparkled in the droplets
of blood
welling up in the half-moon tears
up and down her arms.
scar tissue
gouged
in the depth of a soul
too young
to comprehend his pain was not
her fault.
when his own blood
splattered hotel walls
she understood
and commemorates his pain
with love
in ink
where he’d left it
so many years
before.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

a revision from last week and a cento

revision:

wrapped in warmth
of sunlight reflected
in the fire of her
hair.

you can almost
hear
the salty ocean foam
ebbing along
now unsullied shores.

bouquet of island flowers;
over sweet
and impure.
too fleeting to last.

like him.



cento
from Matt Rasmussen's Black Aperture

openly, unashamed

swabbed clean

my coat pockets were full of ash.

it melts into puddles the color
of whatever hovers above

and let the space I free up 
remain vacant

like empty and elegant suits

filling every shadow
blowing the dark open.

and I wrote this,
and this.

an echo of the other

a red voice urging
EXIT.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

poetry class

Since I'm currently taking a poetry class this quarter, I've decided I'm going to post everything I'm working on in and for class just to keep myself accountable to the high standards that the professor expects.


reflection

wrapped in warmth of sunlight
reflected in the fire of her hair.
you can almost hear the salty ocean foam
ebbing along the now unsullied sand.
the scent of island flowers,
over sweet and impure 
and too fleeting to last.
like him.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

elegy

Dear gump:
Your iron-pincered grip
And wicked, sneering eyes,
Your cruelty and
                          her pain
Obscure memories of happy days.
While others wept
And sang your unearned praise,
I held her hand and felt nothing
                                      but hate.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

days 26-30, the final days

traces of tears down care-worn cheeks
dark circles from the insomnia of exhausted weeks
struggling for breaths in grips of panic
laughs that ride on the edge of manic
waking from nightmares dripping with sweat
living in terror of unknown threat

rising to find a new source of hope
being caught before tripping down that slope
happiness rises from a deeper soul
finding once more a heart that's whole
free from the past
_______________________________________________

there I stand
arms about the two
I loved more than life
and brought me down so low
we smile
and for that shining moment
I'm happy
for once they do not make me 
hurt
_______________________________________________

plucked off rooftops
fast-rising waters
zigzag through the flooded streets
highway collapsed
cars submerged
neighborhoods were inundated
water up to his shins
stranded travelers
violent storm system
_______________________________________________

sun peaking through
cloud-laden skies
smell of spring
breaking past weeks of sighs
face raised
to catch the falling rain
washing away weeks of cold
and years of pain
_______________________________________________

goodbye to the person 
who was never loved
that fell between cracks
bitterly overlooked
a voice unheard
a face unseen
never again will you be
me