Someone Wrote On My School :]

"The dead languages of love were still in use, but also much silence, much soundless screaming at the top of the lungs."

Extended Metaphor

My room is my life, where

Dust from years before

Compiles into bunnies under my bed

They don’t hop away

But come out of the rabbit hole whenever they may

My room is my life, where

Stacks of green, yellow, pink, blue paper

Form rainbow grasslands and thick jungles

Scraps and intact 8.5×11’s

Ink’s words given and taken

My room is my life, where

Ants run rampant

Hiding from summer love

Carrying pieces of me from the floor

And taking them out my mind’s door

My room is my life, where

Dirty dishes pile up

Balancing on fragile foundations

A careless loving touch

Is always much too much

Image Poems

Cinnamon smoke. Undergarments. Frederyck Chopin.

Good Karma paper life cruelty free.

Love Poem

As long as I can still hear

And the speakers don’t blow out

I will still love you

As long as the people keep creating

And have feelings to tell

Then your voice will resonate

Putting me in the best and worse moods

Emotionally flexible

But at least I know you love nonetheless

Even when you’re angrybouncyhappysad

I love you just the same

You’re more human than flesh

Blood and bone

Partner Rap

Just because I am Latin

Doesn’t mean I can rhyme

Dear Miss Delaney

This project is insane-y

We cannot rap

That’s pretty much crap

Since we are more partial

To rock

And at times

Chopin and Bach

We don’t skill

To make you shrill

Like a hip-hop fan

And Jonas band

Peoples

I prefer music

Played in steeples

We are trying our best

To pass this creativity test

Grace is discussing

Oral sex on Dr. Phil

It’s pretty chill

Gives me my daily news fill

Aren’t my friends great?

I think they’re first rate

As we discuss our lack of men

Since most still act like they are ten

Maybe if we brought the human beat box

But she’s harder to catch than a fox

So we might as well present

This bad attempt

And hope you won’t see us

With too much contempt

Fairytale Rap

Because this story

Is straight up gory

‘Cause little girls

That sing too loud

In open crowds

Get followed

Then by creepers

Bodies borrowed

Bodies borrowed

And little Red

Did melt in bed

A big bad boy

Who saw her

As a fun new toy

But no one was there

To ease her scare

‘Cause grandma and mama

Did too much, ayo

So glass pipe, yayos

Don’t help screaming girls

With bleeding pearls

Borrowed bodies

Borrowed bodies

Ain’t no parties

Ain’t no parties

Lumber jacks

Ch-ch-chopping wood

Hears shrill screaming

That sounds anything but good

Little girls

With borrowed bodies

Borrowed bodies

Ain’t no party

Ain’t no party

So plaid shirt man

Ran as fast, as fast as he can

To see a sight

That was anything but right

And blood did shed

Upon this bed

And held safe from harms

In stranger’s arms

Memories

Of borrowed bodies

Borrowed bodies

Ain’t no party

Ain’t no party

For little girls

With tainted red painted frills

Because this story

Is straight up gory

‘Cause little girls

That sing too loud

In open crowds

Get followed

Then by creepers

Bodies borrowed

Bodies borrowed

And little Red

Did melt in bed

A big bad boy

Who saw her

As a fun new toy

But no one was there

To ease her scare

‘Cause grandma and mama

Did too much, ayo

So glass pipe, yayos

Don’t help screaming girls

With bleeding pearls

Borrowed bodies

Borrowed bodies

Ain’t no parties

Ain’t no parties

Lumber jacks

Ch-ch-chopping wood

Hears shrill screaming

That sounds anything but good

Little girls

With borrowed bodies

Borrowed bodies

Ain’t no party

Ain’t no party

So plaid shirt man

Ran as fast, as fast as he can

To see a sight

That was anything but right

And blood did shed

Upon this bed

And held safe from harms

In stranger’s arms

Memories

Of borrowed bodies

Borrowed bodies

Ain’t no party

Ain’t no party

For little girls

With tainted red painted frills

Fantastical Narrative

On the smooth roads of a green-lawned valley

I rode my new mahogany-colored mare

My friends rode too far ahead

And I was too far behind.

On the smooth roads of a green-lawned valley

My new mahogany-colored mare stumbled

I fell down onto my delicate knees

And my princess’s skin met pavement.

On the smooth roads of a green-lawned valley

I stood up as fast I had fallen

My princess’s composure had faltered

And I hoped none of the royalty had seen.

On the smooth roads of a green-lawned valley

I got back on my new mahogany-colored mare

Waved over to the friends who had left me behind

And I continued my best to ride on.

On the smooth roads of a green-lawned valley

Lady Sophie came to deliver news

“Sir James did see thee eat pavement”

And as quickly as I had gotten up, my heart did fall.

On the smooth roads of a green-lawned valley

My heart in my stomach and a lump in my throat

My coffee knight in shining armor was witness to my fall

And an awkward princess I was once more.

On the smooth roads of a green-lawned valley

Knees as bruised as my confidence

I walked alongside my new mahogany-colored mare

And I watched as he rode away on his Rasta steed.

The Death of a Planet

Alone at the edge of this galaxy

Just like many feel on the darkest of nights

But you, kind sir, see nothing but

Because the sun is oh so far away

The smallest of nine children

You’re the runt of the litter

But larger than life it still seemed

Apparently we were mistaken

The scientists proved us wrong

Took the astronomy textbooks we knew

Ripped you out of them, page by page

They may as well have just been more direct

And destroyed you entirely

Asking to forget what you are

Is like asking to forget the fifth grade

It doesn’t matter what they say

If midgets are indeed humans

Then you, my dear, Pluto

You, are a planet.

A Response to War and Violence

An ordinary school day

Just like any other

Up until the kid in the back

Stands up

The four rows in front

Twist their necks

And the ones on either side

Lift their heads from the desks

He grabs his bag

“Sit down young man”

And walks out into the hall

Out the front doors

Across the football field

To the bleachers where

They hang out instead of learning

“What are you doing here?”

Bang! Bang!

Screams his backpack

And away he runs

Picture Response

An ordinary school day

Just like any other

Up until the kid in the back

Stands up

The four rows in front

Twist their necks

And the ones on either side

Lift their heads from the desks

He grabs his bag

“Sit down young man”

And walks out into the hall

Out the front doors

Across the football filed

To the bleachers where

They hang out instead of learning

“What are you doing here?”

Bang! Bang!

Screams his backpack

And away he runs.