Monday, March 23, 2009

Is that your homework?

I'm tired

Tired all the time now.

I'm tired of people wasting my time.
I alone should be the one to waste my time
Because what you view as me wasting time
could be the best thing for me.

I need to decompress.
Let all the air out of the balloon
and listen to it squeal.

I'm tired of playing other people's music
and tired of not having enough of my own.
I hate sitting down
and not having anything to say
with my fingers.

I'm tired of other people's expectations.
Maybe that's not what I want to do in life.
Stop pestering me.
That's a waste of my time
my time for ME.

I'm tired of feeling like Cinderella
when there's no evil stepfamily...

Tuesday, March 17, 2009


I want to go to the desert, where the sand rolls out for miles

Like a hundred million rolling pins creating endless piles

Where I can’t make out an image but the dust that clouds my eyes

And the onions don’t exist, because I know they’re in disguise

I’m sick of peeling all the layers just to find what’s underneath

Merely to be bitten by a pair of spiteful teeth.

Here, the sunlight is so blinding that I cannot see ahead

And the faceless phantoms lay at night, sprawled across my bed

The calming wind drifts through my ears and warms my anxious mind

Grasping each unsightly nerve and helping it unwind

While the cactus juice glides down my throat, embracing all my bones

Bruised and fractured, broken by a thousand careless stones

Where time is not a matter, not a clock or watch in sight

I’ll lie all day out in the sun, and maybe stay the night

But I’ll never need a single thing, no food or even clothes

I’ll breathe and drink my cactus juice and no one will oppose

Because here in Arizona, every feeling’s warm and bare

Every sense that you perceive is choked with Heaven in its air.

Monday, March 16, 2009

CWP Sonnet

This place isn’t like any one beforehand
We write, we laugh, we try the best we can
We do our hardest, we learn on demand
Writing in blogs, we’ll write like some madman
I love my friends, the ones that really count
It’s what this place has provided for me
It is worth the whole entire amount
From foosball to the campus, I feel FREE
This experience just lasts a lifetime
It’s just this notebook, my friends, and it’s me
It is my summer, it is my downtime
I’ll never abandon this, I AM a devotee
Connecticut Young Writers is Perfect
The teachers, the writers, the whole aspect.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Away From Here

Take my hand,
let's run away.
There's no one here,
no reason to stay.
Come run with me,
maybe we'll float to the stars.

We found a way when we began.
We've reached the edge,
let's jump while we can.
If we make it through,
I'd love to tell them all.

Keep your chin up,
don't look down.
We're falling fast,
let's hope we don't drown.
Those tears of yours
don't ever seem to stop.

There's not a trace,
where have we been?
What kind of hope
can we find within?
There's a fading sadness,
will we ever be the same?