Bricks

Find the swirls that flow through
the dreams of the living.
I stared at the brick wall
outside the window no patience giving.

But still the birds do twitter around the corner,
By the air they breathe,
an air that at this time of year
grows ever warmer

But still constant words are
thrown at the side of my head.
The ticking clock, too slow,
gives me heavy, grinding, feet of lead.

But still the swirls I feel demand
the movement of my limbs,
the movement of my mind.
Be Strong still hand! It is Patience you must find.


Wrote this in math class.  An hour and ten minutes.  Gah.
Haven't written in a while.  Writer's block.  All well.
-Koe

Denial

Skip my brain to the halls of happiness,

throw my mind into cacophonous bliss,

Keep my skull behind the curtains of the altar,

and my heart within a shattered kiss.

Wrote this also during class...:)

-Koe

Untitled

Silence marked my deficiency,

The eyes they cut out my tongue,

Gripped were the words that festered in my brain,

Squeezed from old into young.

Silence punched me in the lip,

blood now lined my teeth,

Swirls on the hand were to calm my mind,

and teeth satisfied nothing but suffering.

The audience painted my disdain

on the wall of my church as they should.

Grasped all my surrogate pain,

and left it nailed to broken wood.

Ummmm...yeah. I'm not sure how well the picture matches the poem, but I liked it.

-Koe

Jester King

O jester King,

With Jumbled dreams,

Your feet sprung free from ground.

Your hat so wide,

It broke the Seams,

and made thought tumble down.

I wrote this in class...and as a side note I wrote,

"Find the eye of the tiger in my wallet."

...not sure why I wrote that...

-Koe

Procrastination

What qualms are these that plague my ears?

You're not good enough, why can't you concentrate?

These words that evoke my eyes to tears,

repeat on the broken record of my years,

the open and reopened scar that is fate.

Concentration, procrastination, lack of motivation.

I get it! Alright! Please spare me the eyes--

The face that says: you lack the proper appreciation.

Leave me be! My brain can no longer hold against the constant incantation.

WHY? So many words CAUSE that motivation to die.

Twelve, ten, seven, three hours before your deadline.

What have you been doing? Aren't you done yet?

No. NO stress would be better--be fine,

Stop. Please. This is English, ARE YOU DEAF---should I hold up a sign?

Don't you see these eyes are still wet?

Twenty, fifty, seventy pages to go.

Is it just me? Why does this feel so long?

Has the print gotten smaller? No it's just that I'm slow,

Incompetent, unable to commit to the NEVER-ENDING word flow.

What am I doing wrong?

WHAT? What do you mean what? YOU know very well.

CONCENTRATION, LACK OF MOTIVATION,

These words are where your mind will ALWAYS dwell.

A.D.D? Oh please that doesn't exist! What an excuse. Go to hell.

It's YOU. YOU must do something or the cycle will always be that sweet word:

Procrastination.

Remember Me

Truth

twig

grace

trickle

invisible

Glide o lonely demoiselle,

as the twig snaps,

Yes, the truth is but a trickle

of tears upon your cheek.

And as that constant grace

fell - from your lovely face.

These invisible ties I made to last forever.

I'll try to vary it up for the next challenge, and if this annoys you that I am not starting from scratch myself - I'm sorry but it's so much fun!

-Koe

Swim Little Seal

Sooo...

swim

afternoon

secret

delicate

dissolve

Swim, little seal,

in afternoon,

and watch the foam dissolve,

the secret kept inside my room,

a delicate pelt...I shall don it soon!

I shall join you soon enough.

Ok I'll admit this one was a little more frustrating...

-Koe