Thursday, 10 April 2014

I Told You There Would Be More (75-ish Lines of Free Verse)

Yes, more poetry!

Zombie Love Poem

To my sweetest, dearest, deadest
When I look upon your bones
As they poke above your muscles
And I hear their creaking moans

As we shuffle oh so slowly
So as not to lose our limbs
You set all my flies aflutter
I give in to all their whims

As our flesh melts off our bodies
As it puddles to the floor
To me you look fresh bitten
And I love you even more

So my dear I wrote a poem
And my fingers fell off, too
But I wrote it for you anyways
I wrote it just for you

And I hope you like my poem
For you know I took great pains
Now let's go and find some humans
And then eat their tasty brains
Brains
B r a i n s
brrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz


No one does romance like Zombies

Another Poem about Poetry

When one is writing poetry
For English class, the poetry
Is often not-good poetry
With nothing much to say

And so to pass, the poetry
Is tongue-in-cheek-style poetry
I call it meta-poetry
It's what I wrote today

In fact, this meta-poetry
Is meta-meta-poetry
Because I can't write poetry
That's clever and sincere

I stick to meta-poetry
And half my classroom poetry
is tonuge-in cheek-style poetry
And has been all this year

I'll write more meta poetry
But meta-meta-poetry
Is rather tiring poetry
And so I'll pass the ball

And relish meta-poetry,
Cause, really, meta-poetry
Is better than no poetry
No poetry at all


Okay, so those were the more poem-y poems that I just put in this section because I like them. Now on to the more artistic-ish stuff.

Insomniac

Tick
One
Breath. . .

Tick
Two
Breath. . .

Tick
Three
How long has it been?
Breath. . .

Tick
Four
What time is it now?
Breath. . .

Tick
Five
Oh . My . God
Breath. . .

Tick
Six
How much longer is this going to take?!?
Breath. . .

Tick
SEVEN
I am so freaking tired.
Breath. . .

Tick
EIGHT
Focus. Stop thinking. Breath, Breath, slow down, slow down
"Twitch"
Eyes closed in out in out slow down easy calm even if it three in the morning
and i can't sleep and and i have school and a test and sometimesitmakesmeso
madandicouldscreamorcryorpunchsomethingor-

Crap.



Tick
One
Breath. . .


Fun fact: This is actually based on how I try to get to sleep. It works. Most of the time.

And now one more.

Hearts

The human heart
Is the most powerful organ in the body
It pumps five litres of blood
along 60,000 metres of veins
for a lifetime
And it never gives up

Muscles don't break
They bruise
And tear
and hurt like hell
But they do not break.

I am sick of metaphors
That make the heart weak
fragile
 a blown-glass phial
Shattering on a moment's notice
The human heart is the most powerful organ in the body
and it does not break


Well, that's all folks
More to come

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