April 2009
2 posts
Monday Meeting, April 13th fold-over poem
Being late is not a joke
One time my dad was screaming furiously because my mom was late once
I ate lunch, then my dog scraped the hinges off my fences,
these thoughts leave trenches, my dog is not a female but i still yelled,
“get off me bitch!”
Then She wrapped a metal-pole around my throat
because i was being an anti-feminist asshole
and there’s nothing worse than...
kneepits:
concerning the ufo sighting * sufjan...
March 2009
2 posts
on fasterbation...
I’ve never even touched a clitar…
Chris Milea
On arranged marriage...
Dreams are evolutionary things that help us adapt to scenarios that we aren’t ready for…
-Chris Milea
February 2009
8 posts
Fold-over poem
this was the fold-over poem from this past wednesday’s RPM. We decided to do something new, and each only write three words, though some people wrote a little more
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Hammer me like that. Then do
business wit the goldminer. Write me an
epitaph for love and a massacre
to erase it
like a chalkboard
radiating hamburger grease
falling outta nostrils
getting caught in a mustache
...
virgin poem
so i rewrote this poem…6 times now…
i cut it from 4:40 to 3:30 and i’m stuck!
i need a good 30-40 seconds cut off so please tell me what is working for you and what is not..
In the 5th grade, Ms. Goetz’s class
I asked every one at my table
If they were virgins
After hearing on T.V. the day before (I hate how awk this part is but idk what to do with it because I feel like I...
fold over 5
This is a fun pen
But it will never help me choose a word
It will never help me put action into verbs
Descriptions will never make me conform to using adjectives
As anything more than early morn strolling companion…
Chill,
Dew dipped,
Empty layer of the world
Blanketed with soft words, shock absorber
Friction fighting false façades
But they aren’t controlling the illusions that lay beneath your...
fold over 4
Sliding helplessly along silicone streets
Try to stop, to slow down, but there’s no tread on my feet
Soulless on beds of fire, we walk tirelessly
Pushing through the pain like relief was on the other end
But no one is light hearted at the end of the tunnel
They’ve seen too much
Morals are peripheral instead of optical
I can only imagine life through terrorist’s eyes
Each breath a chapter in a book...
fold over 3
Play us your song tiny white piano man
Show us big things can come from little places
Show us big fish can survive in colossal oceans
Where fins get replaced by currents, and profile eyes meet horizontally
On the day break that bursts between our solar plexus fate
Will you remember our snow angel tomorrows in the flattened grass while we wait?
Or will you feel that something heavy, and...
fold over 2
He could feel the push and pull of open palms
Moistened like relief, facing the sun as an offering to Zeus
No God can know the feeling of all mortality in one moment
Joy is only palpable to those who know regret
And regret is only palpable to those who know change
Gaining momentum to those who know starting, push
If legends never die, then release the cords strapped to my heart
If it continues...
fold over
Drops on my eyelashes, I, sparkle in snow sometimes, illuminating the outside can make the inside feel full
So for just a moment child, lower your chin from the sky to the horizon
Grow not only upward but outward, the moon will still be there when you return
Tell me stars were not circumscribed gases
Shedding light through mirrors and prisms, only beauty can be reflected
There are 3 maps holding...
poem
i think it would be oodles of fun to write a team piece about all the strange eccentricities we each have in our love lives, here are some of mine, for example
i dont like to hold hands in public, it makes me nervous
i dont like pda, also makes me nervous
i hate using the word boyfriend, i use “person” instead, as in, “me and my person went to dinner.
anyone else? i...
January 2009
1 post
i dont know how to make this site follow it, but i made a tumblr under the name thewildwoz and posted a poem i just wrote there
im almost sick of vacation, a strange revelation
November 2008
19 posts
for megan
jackie, on megans poem
this is just a note on performance, i liked the klepto poem better the first time you did it, when you just said the Haiku’s, and didn’t count out the syllables on your fingers.
I think that this part is not as strong as the rest of it, though i like the second chances under doormats line. I dont know how you would transition out of ‘you’re so...
Chris here- Meg this poem is awesome. All I can do is go down and bold stuff that I didn’t quite get, think can mayb be better, but I think its put together so well.. cant even touch the first page… the haiku/list thing is perfect.
feedback for meg - please!!!
An all hours CVS
Dropped thirty dollars on impulse
Pawned bills for coins in a gas station parking lot
And waved to the cars as they...
feedback for meg - please!!!
An all hours CVS
Dropped thirty dollars on impulse
Pawned bills for coins in a gas station parking lot
And waved to the cars as they watched us pump air into a blow up kiddie pool
And ran a fifteen foot float across Sunrise Highway
Snuck into a public lake that closes at dusk
Laughed at the “No Swimming Signs.”
Abandoned our sandals
The scent of adventure in the tree branches we claimed as...
Just know that I wouldn't have written this is I...
She loses everything
Bipolar Demigod
Never lets me sit shotgun,
No amount of inpatient, outpatient, group, individual, probation, or drug tests
Can keep her from a life of destruction
She’s late to everything
Wears chaos in her hair
Cover-up line thick on her jaw
I never let her borrow any of my white clothes anymore
I’m always there when she scrubs her liver clean with alcohol
Instead of...
Alik - Jackie
i changed a few small things in this poem, and i know there was more criticism but i dont remember what it was so here it is again, slightly edited. I think this is what im going to bring to Herkimer.
We were very different, I mean,
I say potato, you say potahto
I say tomato, you say tomahto,
I don’t know if I was especially “in the mood”
I say “and you thought I was going to be good at...
is the whole houdini idea beat?
is the whole idea beat or do we just need to change it?
personally i like the contrast between magic/deception and real miracles.
trying to decide what to do with this part
i finally figured this out- tracy
Untitled
Yo Superman, You good?
Whats up?
Superman, you good? (you say you good before? maybe you can switch it up? but if works with the flow then leave it)I need a quick miracle . Meet me at the corner?
Nah sorry man I just sold my last bag.
Please bro. I just need like, .8, no, .6 of a miracle (i like that a lot, the whole weed thing). Please superman. Same price.
I could if I would. ...
Feed back for Jackie!
Hey Jackie- It’s an interesting idea for a poem and you wrote it very well, and in the spirit of team spirit I thought id try some feedback.. don’t feel obligated to change a thing.. also, if I interpret lines a little differently than you wrote them, than that’s the beauty of it. it’s just what your words meant to me.
Genetic Inheritance - Jackie
Don’t pretend that you understand the human...
The Wink- Mike "Kraun"
The Wink
Its the way I react when seeing my little league pictures
Its the way you and uncle ary used to bet on whether it’d be harvard or yale
Its the way I can’t look in your eyes when I tell you I didn’t fail
The whole family expected greatness, and I am sorry for not meeting our expectations,
but let me say this, regrets are not significant if you leave the mirror...
Genetic Inheritance - Jackie
Don’t pretend that you understand the human brain,
The human body, the family body
My family’s body, my family’s brains,
My brain
My brain
My brain
I don’t question your bad back, your weak knees, your clogged pores
My genetic inheritance is just a little less tangible than yours
sometimes I feel like stigma around my doors keeps them closed but
This is not a lifestyle I chose
I cant, always be...
Untitled
Yo Superman, You good?
Whats up?
Superman, you good? I need a quick miracle . Meet me at the corner?
Nah sorry man I just sold my last bag.
Please bro. I just need like, .8, no, .6 of a miracle. Please superman. Same price.
I could if I would. Hit up Jesus. I hear hes got that divine intervention shit.
Jesus? Jesus has been out of the game for 2000 years.
Yea, but if he walked on water...
Fold Over, November 6th
I feel the tears gathering where it’s too early to see them
Burning like a bonfire inside of my body as I pretend to be immune to my heartache
But the soreness just means that I must be getting stronger
The heart is a muscle, and I want guns baby
Pump shots at the veins, spreading led over bodies
Pencils erase cells turning genes into diamonds
Twisting our spines into double helix glitter...
Demigod --kerri
She loses everything
Demigod compeller
She never lets me sit shotgun,
Pretends like I can’t see her fever beating heart heavy
No amount of inpatient, outpatient, group, individual, probation, or drug tests
Can keep her from a life of destruction
She wears chaos in her hair
Bipolar between her teeth
I’m waiting for the day I have to turn my head
As she shoots up with humming bird beak...
