bliss

my sleepy brain
sees your face
as i walk into the room

sip coffee
wake up some
i lean on your shoulder
feeling the bliss

(i'm going to be attempting BEDA! look out for poems, flash fictions and stream of consiousness)

getting to know you

i dont know how to dress
the idea of you makes me nervous
sitting beside me
and i barely know your name

laughing, joking, conversing
getting to know you
slightly

(its about a boy at school. and i wrote this right before class the other day)

in my dreams

I try to rub the sleepiness from my eyes

They still droop

Coffee would only make things worse

I’d stay up too late

And I wouldn’t be able to just sit in bed

With only you on my mind

And maybe this way

You’ll actually stay in my dreams

(i literally wrote this in 5 minutes because just needed to shove something out)

Innocent

Its late, probably 2 AM,

Robert is reading and Johnny Cash plays.

Under a duvet

Him and I lying together in the darkness,

I'm not getting up unless he does.

He doesn’t.

So, side by side on the couch, we sleep together

In the most innocent sense of the phrase

As if it could be Anything Else

The golden sun peeking over the trees

it feels like ten degrees

despite it being late summer

But time is flying by

Stylish in our pajamas

and a constant zombie state

the cereal bowls clang

no thoughts of the city nearby

Expecting normality

Saved by the strange

Waiting would be disastrous

first is to get a seat

Fighting non-stop laughter

to maybe get through the meeting

Plastic swords

Answers to questions

Watch a movie and

we all lie on someone else

And to believe I thought this place had changed

Used To Know

The first time I went to competitive

I was 8 and nervous

Crossing to the other side of the gym

I was told to follow Alita

And I did just that for warm-up

The Kona Winds is a large boat

It took me to and from Gambier until it broke

And I would always sit on the top deck

Except for once; we played cards

I lost and was dared to lick the window

I did

I have a sister

Our height is on a wall

Marked with a pencil

Just down the hall

I know she is sleeping

When I hear a thunk

On the wall that we share

The stop lights were horizontal in Calgary

and the floor for gymnastics was bouncy

the White Spot had just reopened and my mom and Michelle

had Bellinis with dinner

We found the crawlspace in our cabin

This one time at band camp

There were mysterious blue crystals in a Ziploc bag

We never found out what they were

But it was a resounding ‘yes’ from my cabin mates for drugs

The Crown Motel

Has a lousy “heated” pool

We would float around on our air mattresses

And once I got pushed in

towel included

I saw campers setting up a bed

In the middle of the cabin area

For no apparent reason

They even brought out the broom and garbage can

Turns out that it was their counselors’

I got a picture of him jumping onto it

Telling my coaches I was quitting

Was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done

Tears and heartbreak

Not only for me, but for them

I would have been moving up a level

This is what I used to know

(my prof really liked this poem that i put in my portfolio, so I thought I'd share. i took the idea from Julia Nunes song This is What I Used To Know, but made the stories my own (with a slight exception to the third stanza))

Silver

Eloquence, Grace, Beauty,

Strength

I stand making sweaty footprints

Hoping

That I have these qualities

Waiting

Wiping my palms on my leo,

assigning a smile to my face

The green flag goes up

stepping forward I raise my arms

making sure my fingers are proper

Present

Run, jump on the board, land on the beam on one leg.

Wobble

On The Way There

the boat ride
up, down, up, down
that feeling in your stomach
when you feel like falling

sunglasses on
the sun gleaming off the water
makes it shiny
mesmerizing

an 's' shape takes us
into the bay
the land and water
becoming all the more familiar

we get closer
more and more excited
the boat slows
and we know its mere minutes

nothing ever really changes
but maybe that's the best part

Broken

It’s possible I was going slightly insane

The heat, the hill, the island

All possible contributions

To this ridiculous mental state

Now that I’m home

I don’t know what to think.

Is this just part of ‘the rule’?

Or is it just another exception?

‘The Rule’.

5 to start, 9 in the middle, 3 to end,

We rate you.

It rarely fails me.

I think it has for the second time ever.

I sit here with butterflies in my stomach

While glancing over to make sure

You’re real

Scoop Me Up

I wish we fell asleep.

The lights had been turned out

But our paranoia of being seen laying on the couch

Prevented us from doing so.

My self deprecation is lessened by your laughter

until I remember I’m not photogenic and I feel

like I should’ve smashed your phone for that picture

I still wanted you to scoop me up, however.

Naturally, I assumed I’d live through.

I deserved to know one thing: ‘did you know.’

Looking up at the stars hoping that the shattered trust

wont be outweighed by the chemistry I believe we have.

The forgiveness I want, isn’t going to happen, is it?

This goddamn circumstance.

I’m convinced she is jealous,

but I must contemplate the truth.

assignment: come up with a constraint, create a poem. 

my constraint: pick 5 songs, take 5 words from each song, and incorporate those words into the poem

i used words from the songs on Julia Nunes' I Think You Know EP

The Kitchen

The November chill

Is in the air as I

Crunch down the

Gravel path towards

The courtyard

My purple and green

Rain boots slush

In the mud

That was created

By last night’s rain

Sleep deprived,

Full of caffeine

I walk past the green fence

After last night

I can handle a little cleaning

Doctor Who?

“Hello, I’m The Doctor”

“Doctor Who?”

Is the joke

About the British tv show

The TARDIS

Is old and blue

Something borrowed

A telephone box

That is bigger on the inside

The Doctor

From Gallifrey

An alien

Out to save all of us humans

The Companion

Who kicks ass

And tags along

For all the great adventures

The Playground

Recess
yellow monkey bars
the perfect width
for my hands and my hips
to do pullovers and back hip circles
"show off" they scream
as i easily flip my body over the bar
I jump down landing lightly on my feet
while tears start to form in my eyes

Lunch
blue rings
i flip myself up to the top
onto the wood holding them
"Grounders!" you yell
blindingly feeling out in front of you
you cant tag me, cant reach me
and suddenly there is a new rule
i cant use my strengths to my advantage