You Should Avoid Writing // Poem

Because the rules are confusing
with inconspicuous exceptions that you always forget
or find discovered by a pen’s mark in red.
Sympathy is as foreign to them as subjectivity.

Because the words have no meaning
over the sentences they have written, trying
to clarify the ambiguous idea. They intricately
move for no one to read.
Re-think your deadline.

Because papers are blank slates
on which you still haven’t written,
their empty lines stare back at you,
including the blinking cursor in Microsoft Word,
the emptiness waiting for your return.

Because they require the effort
of a rough draft, then a second draft to polish,
edit a third only to crumble and toss in the
trash as if each paper portrays failure.

Because you can work on it, but
it never is finished. Because it’s your
piece of art–abandoned or not. Because
something within in you is revealed.
Something revealed you’ve never seen until now.

Dear Me In One Year–Spoken Word

Dear Me In One Year–Spoken Word

I’m about to enter my senior year of high school…

and all I can think about is who I’ll be when the year is done. In response to those thoughts, a few weeks ago, I decided to write a spoken word poem about what I want from myself in one year. I was planning on keeping it to myself, but decided it was a message others might need to hear, too. I shot some footage of reading the the poem and put it all together. And now I am releasing it all out to you!
And for the record, this video is the reason I haven’t posted in a while. Don’t worry though! I will get back to my weekly schedule…I have decided on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Let’s get started on this awesomeness.

From your pal, The [Ab]normal One. 

Original Poem of the Week 2

Continuing on with the theme of wandering, walking, and traveling, here is another poem I wrote a while back.

Some walks you have to take alone.
You need to breathe in the fresh air,
Listen to the earth,
And breathe.

Some walks you have to take
With no destination in mind.
Some walks you have to take to
escape your mind.
The thoughts can flood your world.
But you can escape,
Run far away from the pain.
Clear your mind. Continue reading “Original Poem of the Week 2”