Pantumns! My own:
I wonder where I’ll go
I’ve always been independent
But I’ve always been very picky
I’ve never been good at deciding things
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I’ve always been independent
But I’ve never been extremely social either
I’ve never been good at deciding things
But I’ve always stumbled into good friends
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But I’ve never been extremely social either
I’ve always been the quiet kid in the corner
But I’ve always stumbled into good friends
I guess I can be social at times
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I’ve always been the quiet kid in the corner
But I’ve always been very picky
I guess I can be social at times
I wonder where I’ll go
Suppose poem:
Suppose
You’re awakened by a piercing alarm
Yet, someone else puts it to rest
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They beckon for your warmth
You oblige, get up, and stretch
The sunbeam creeping through the blinds
Threatens your eyes as you crawl toward,
Circling and falling into their arms
–
Hearing a rumble coming from your own chest
They pet your head with gentle strokes
Lightly grazing your nose
As you both drift back to sleep
Free Poem for 10/27:
You’d knock so lightly
Quietly twisting the doorknob
With your eye bright from my nightlight
Peeking in
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You’d turn my light on
Tiptoe across the carpet
So mom wouldn’t hear
And you’d sit gently next to my feet
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We would whisper
We would laugh
And we could cry
Hugging, advising,
And reassuring each other
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I always felt alone
In my thoughts
My sadness
My anger
And then you’d knock
Sharon Olds Bread Poem: My way
There she floats
Atop the clear sea
Waves rushing by
The sun sizzling the water
on her exposed skin
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She floats along
Bobbing up and down
In bouts of consciousness
Breathing in the nutrients
Paddling gently to the surface when need be
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The sudden winds disrupt her float
She unknowingly is whisked away
Her ears tricking her
by sounding her mothers’ voice
Jolting up and treading water
She snaps into reality
Frantically paddling her way back to shore
At least she hopes
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She hears the waves crash to shore
Tensions easing, muscles relaxing
Seeing her mother on shore
Allows her float to begin again
Donald Hall “New Animals”: My Dream Poem
I’m walking on soft silty path
Just inches away from a stampede
Running in the direction opposite of mine
Yet I continue forward
My feet sinking ever so slightly into the ground
–
The last animal runs by
Escaping my peripheral vision in seconds
The gust it creates casts me into the sky
Yet I do not scream
I hover, looking fondly on the ground so far below
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Pitch dark
A cold so severe I can feel its sharpness
Against my skin, my bones
I’m screaming in agony
Bubbles escaping my mouth
They float up in front of my eyes
As I follow their path, there is a spotlight
Feeling the creak of my joints as I flail towards it
Losing more and more bubbles as I go
Sitting up gasping for breath
My fists clenching around the soft sheets
As I orient myself in the darkness
surrounding my bed
Anniversary Poem:
The Kenzi of last year was blind
Blinded by their love
As well as their fear
Believing they still aren’t good enough
Not brave enough to leave
To sit in a house that no longer
feels like home
Dreaming of setting up their roots elsewhere
But the time has come
The push they need to leave
Has finally arrived.
Free verse w/ rhyming scheme of my invention:
Where will I go
The countryside or the city?
I still don’t know
I wonder where I could’ve landed
But I’m too picky
And I feel stranded
2 Free Poems for 10/3
To Be Percieved
Am I doing a good job?
Was that interaction believable?
Do they even like me?
Do they even know me?
Do I know me?
Constant performance and worry
Shades my true self
I am unrecognizable
Alone
Lost in the thick fog
Searching for a sense of individuality
Between the folds of my brain
While tying everything back
To someone that is not me
The Love for Craft
Dialing in on the rhythm
Counting the stitches and
how many have gone by
My eyes unfocus
Looking distantly at the work in front of me
My legs go numb,
criss crossed beneath me
My hands grow tighter,
pain running up the arm from my thumbs
Refusing to put the project down
Protesting against taking a break
Mouth dry
Stomach grumbling
Nourished by the satisfaction of creating
Living in a Metaphor IFW #4 pg 102
Life of a Bobber
I found it!
The perfect river
I threw my hook and bobber right into the seam
It was a beautiful cast
But nothing took a bite
Throw after thow
The bobber floats down the river
And I yank it out over my shoulder
Casting once again
Periodically the bobber dips below the surface
Giving false hope that someone struck the line
I even tried my luck in different spots
Up river
Down river
No dice
Maybe that river wasn’t so perfect after all
I’ll try again tomorrow though
Ideas for writing #6 pg 92
“Joy”
There she was, all around me
Every memory she had forgotten
Memories deemed unworthy of using up storage by her brain
But here I stood
Reminiscing over these discarded moments
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Her childhood left behind
Her brain abandoning it’s younger self
and I let those memories disappear
They were wonderful,
Impactful,
Heart-wrenching,
Showcasing her course of life
But she won’t remember those moments
As her dad walked around with her perched on his shoulders
When mom tended to her, sick with the flu for the 3rd time that year
The day her brother beat her in a game of soccer
but shared his candy to make his little sister feel better
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Those moments
The many,
Truly pure moments of growing up
Were lost to time
With her none the wiser
Picture means a trillion words try #2
Today I visited an old tavern
What a beautifully crafted place
An open, inviting space made purely of wood
With the glass bottles shining rays across the room
While I wander the first floor around the bar
The air is thick but sweet
The smell of old books and lumber
Coupled with the dust kicked up by my exploration
I stood still for a moment
Hearing the muffled words of conversations preserved in time
Faint music from the 20’s
Clanking of bottles against glasses
Glugs of whiskey escaping its cage
A whiff of cigar smoke too
I snap a photo of the bar
Hoping the atmosphere was captured
Poem #2 IFW #3 pg 28
OOTD
The texture of this shirt makes me gag
I just wore it last week!
But you are definitely not wearing it today
This shows too much of my shoulders,
Relax them, even though the muscle protrudes anyway
My brain feels foggy
It’s too hot in here
I wish this stupid school actually put AC in this room
God please don’t sweat, I’ll smell even worse
I should’ve just taken a shower last night
I need to get a new deodorant, this one fucking sucks
Just breathe, you’re getting overwhelmed
My face looks different
It looks angular, more masculine than yesterday
Let’s wear a masc outfit today then!
But its really hot out, and super humid
I don’t want to wear a sports bra, but nothing else makes them smaller
I wish I never had them
I wish I didn’t look in the mirror
Another day goes by
Sports bra
Black tattered t-shirt
Cargo shorts
And patterned socks
Exercise #1
Fix Me
I adore my friends
Every moment spent with them lifts me higher
But waves of abandonment constantly hammer me into a spiral
They had a great date with their partner
Went to a movie with a friend I’ve never met
While I stay home,
Unaware
Laying in bed alone
I distance myself
As they neglect to tell me their plans
My chest tightens at the pictures posted
The delightful caption that follows
They’re happy
I’m imploding
Secret stash Ideas for writing #1 pg 28:
Take a second to realize
All the societal expectations shoved down your throat
All day
All night
All around
When deep in your soul
You feel a fundamental difference
That you are broken
The anxiety, the sadness
The fear
Wanting to be one with the whole
Wanting to understand
Becoming a husk of yourself
Coming to the end of each day
Before you drift to sleep wondering,
Why was I made this way?
The expectation to adhere to your assigned gender
To love the “opposite” gender
The need to have sex
To need a partner
When you do not identify with anything
