Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Chapters of Time

20 Things I Did

I had a whole lot of books.
I had books with blank pages.
I had books with lines.
I had books with some scratches and rhyme’s.

I had many books

I had books with letters to my loved ones.
I had books with “To Do List’s” listed inside.
I had books with no covers or no behind.
I had books the color of the rainbow.

I had many books

I had books with doodles.
I had books with class notes.
I had books with unfinished thoughts.
I had books that should’ve been shared with the outside world.

I had many books

I had books with torn out pages.
I had books left with no spaces.
I had books with motivational quotes up top.
I had books that kept me grounded.

I had many books that were…

Friday, February 10, 2017

Unrequited Love

Prose
Emily Dickinson Face to Face: Unpublished Letters
The Soul selects her own Society (303)
Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886

The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
To her divine majority
Present no more.

Unmoved, she notes the chariots pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her mat.

I’ve known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.

Stanza 1.
            Involves a form of alliteration in lines one and two. Dickinson’s soul is what is making the choice, with setting her expectations high. As I imagine it “shutting the door,” means closing a final chapter. When she mentions “divine majority” divine to me makes me think of a higher power and majority resembles most.

Stanza 2.
            The vocabulary Dickinson uses resembles the social class she’s describing throughout the stanza such as, chariots, low gate, and emperor kneeling. I began to wonder as I was reading line three is she being courted? He is kneeling before her even though her soul appears to be unpleased.

Stanza 3.
            Within this stanza, Dickinson states “ample nation” referring to her narrowing in on one lover. The soul close’s “the valves”; valves cannot receive anything if they are closed shut. Just like stone, when I think of a stone I think cold and hard.

* All of the lines within these three stanzas are enjambed lines, making the reader continue reading to understand the whole poem.

Unrequited Love

The mind chooses his paradise,
Then unlocks the heart;
To his mortal inferiority
Absence no more.

Moved, he notes models awaiting
At his high gate;
Moved a muses poise
Upon his studios fate.

He’s known her from insufficient kindom
Chosen word;
Then opens the avenues of his minds fixation

Like Vogue.

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Lust for Light

Fear falling
Tearing shaken
Beauty Hate
Clothes shirt, top
Eyes heart heart eyes
Hold me hold me hold me
Hand cold as ice
Mind me
Live laugh lust
Something rust

Lust for Light

Fear, falls me
holds me
With cold hands
Twisting my eyes
And tearing my lust.
Hiding underneath
It's shirt
Beautiful,hate
Appearing like
don't let your mind skate

            The reason behind me writing the poem is that I recently made a poor choice in my personal life. Which reflected in me being fearful and mistaken love for lust. Did I find beauty in the moment or did I hate myself for being so stupid. I kept over thinking and overthinking what I did for the past three days, so I came up with this. I ended up not letting fear win and embrace that moment.


Thursday, February 2, 2017

In the Evening

Breakable he became ruthless with pride;
Feeling hopeless for romantic mind
By doing so he felt blind
He was drinking…
He was drinking…
To numb time

Rose, she swung towards helpless redemption
Misery enjoyed everyone else’s company;
How could she not drink?
He was drinking…
He was drinking…
From time to time