Beginnings

"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know." -Hemingway

"I care for myself.  The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself." -Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in he way we expect." -Dumbledore, Harry Potter

"We can meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here." -Harry Styles, Sign of the Times

"Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded." -Frankenstein, Mary Shelley


"We can meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here"
                                                      -Sign of the Times, Harry Styles

wilted bloom

if i could only see the sky, the way you see it
maybe my eyes could open gently in the morning
maybe i could breathe the air and it wouldn't feel
so heavy.
maybe i could float like you

cause you glaze and you gloss,
you shimmer and you sparkle
everyone knows that you sparkle--
i drown in glitter everyday,
to be maybe half deserving of you

hell, i'd drown in that pink milky bath. drink that water
to feel the butterfly against my chest
and swim among the flowers. i swear i'd stop
my crying.
so i will wake up for you, if i cannot with you

Endings

Before I breed more misery
Before I echo a similar sentiment
Before I gaze back at you
Before I interfere with you and her
Before I hint of what I did
Before I mourn the loss of him

I sneak in past twilight, and hold back any tears
we're asleep is what we tell them.
I wonder if my imprint is ever felt the next day--
Before I interfere with you and her

Do it! Places

grey, not just the color but an overall feeling of grey, smog, heavy air, living in a bubble, voices, screams, yells, every name and profanity in the book, bruises, in more places than one, from more person than one, wincing, cringing, crying, a cloud above you head, a mood that lasts all day

list/mess of rhetorical figures as per usual
-34 miles makes such a difference
-is my town now brighter?
-is there smog in places that are not LA
-memories only half repressed
-broken fences and cars in yards
-no escape emotionally, at any hour of the day
-piles of clothes
-piles of bottles
-no end in sight, or so i thought
-then again does it ever really end?
-or just another type of sadness

Reason 1537 I relate to no one

Bleakness and mediocrity,
somehow I knew then.
People settling and feeling
things I could not

Smog filled the air. It filled my mind-
my heart, my soul
every fiber of my then confused being.
no end in sight

Piles of clothes and piles of bottles,
empty because why not?
I tried to keep it together,
as if cleaning brought cleansing

Hallways of screams,
words I never knew,
memories and scars created
as if they ever knew.

Bruises can fade
though we know where they came.
from here and from there
from you and him and from her.

Broken fences now are only from snow.
And lives seem brighter,
is everything whiter?
is everything repressed, from 34 miles away

Do it! Objects

a beer can, 16 oz, silver, antique gold, paisley, bees that are somehow not terrifying, teal, milk & honey, leaves, cream, sweet layered smell, smooth feel, brown ale brewed with lactose and honey, small and large words, flowy sophisticated font, earth tones

a mess of rhetorical figures/random thoughts

-sad and lonely, the last of its kind
-a vessel for my loneliness
-smooth outside and in
-teal like the ocean
-tan as if the sand and sun mixed as one
-frills and trills and spills
-twirls and swirls
-intoxicating on its way to my lips
-left on my nightstand post intoxication
-two things that don't belong together
-two things that maybe should be together
-on a journey with a book
-two of the same name
-both on trip, back to you
-after all it was a gift from you
-antique gold like my new ring
-a ring so similar to ones you used to give me
-cold and heavy to the touch
-yet warm and inviting once inside
-but how many does it take to get inside ?
-inside me or inside you?

Do it! Ekphrastic

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/545936?sortBy=Relevance&ft=Blue&offset=20&rpp=20&pos=33

It's a small bowl, almost like a cup for pouring cream into coffee.  The color is somewhere between cerulean and teal.  Tiny black drawings and markings all around it.  Maybe a person a giraffe a lion and a turtle.  Maybe some smoke or wind above them blowing around.  Slight texture and ware on the piece, but still looks to be in good condition.  I would imagine it to feel like marble, heavy and smooth and comfortably cold.

Small and smooth and teal,
clean and crisp and curved.
Flowing and turning
giving and pouring.
A turtle leads the way
and a human in last place

Vast and round and cerulean,
worn and cold and crescent.
Drawing and marking
collapsing and relinquishing.
A sea underneath the heard
and and ocean within their whole.

Pen Pal Poem

Dear Florencia,
     I hope the makeup I've sent you for christmas has finally gotten there by now, on account of it's March and all.  I hope you enjoy the dewy glow of the highlighter, the sharpness of the tattoo liner, the creamy pigmented shadows, and of most of all the most matte, black lipstick I could find.  Because when I think of edgy soft goth I think of you.  Also I put the picture of Niall you wrapped my present in on my bookstand so I can be motivated by his beauty every morning when I awake.  Next time I will be sure to wrap yours in a picture of Zayn to blossom similar inspirations.  Hope Argentina is well, I'm sure New York will have similar weather soon.  Love Always, Katelyn

Words that stuck out:
Florencia
dewy glow
edgy soft goth
blossom
Niall
wrapped
bookstand
Zayn
sharpness
tattoo

Dear Florencia,

I hope when you finally get your gifts,
you embrace the dewy glow,
the edgy soft goth.

I blossom into a new woman,
every morning when I see Niall.

I wish to inspire you
to do the same.
Be wrapped up in Zayn

in his sharpness and tattoos.
And sit by your bookstand in awe.

Love Always, Katelyn

20 Things I Did

I found myself in a place so distant.
I brought myself to a place so familiar.
I grabbed his sheets and pulled them over.
I grabbed a coffee on the way to work.
I bought some glitter with his money.
I went to a friends and ignored some calls.
I drank three coffees the next day.
I cried in front of too many people to count.
I ended up back in his bed.
I wore only black lace.
I laced my words with seductive meaning.
I felt things I swore I'd never feel again.
I accepted a coffee and it all started.
I looked around at the pile of books.
I piled the sheets like mountains around me.
I fell down a rabbit hole.
I did some things that I can't speak.
I haven't worn the glitter yet.
I tried to wash him away but just won't leave.

Make a replacement poem

Peasant Wedding by William Carlos Williams

Pour the wine bridegroom
where before you the
bride is enthroned her hair

loose at her temples a head
of ripe wheat is on
the wall beside her the

guests seated at long tables
the bagpipers are ready
there is a hound under

the table the bearded Mayor
is present women in their
starched headgear are

gabbing all but the bride
hands folded in her
lap is awkwardly silent simple

dishes are being served
clabber and what not
from a trestle made of an

unhinged barn door by two
helpers one in a red
coat a spoon in his hatband

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Drizzle the cream Londoner
when after she the
enchantress was enraptured his hands

tight at her waist a twinge
by rich perfume was upon
the bedsheets beyond him the

gardens flushed by pearlescent moons
the pillows are lonely
here was a cup above

the nightstand the lush coffeemaker
was hollow boy in his
luxurious skin is

lacking fully yet the enchantress
hips collapsed in his
legs by easily fierce complex

drinks are belonging finished
beers and coffees
against a mind taken of an

touched silk heart from one
lipsticks two on a pink
lip a branch on her horizon

I arrived at this poem simply by following through with my first thought at starting at the first line.  I just kind of let it flow from there and tried to keep the over idea of the poem consistent.  It was random at first but once I wrote out that first line I saw an image in my head of what I wanted the poem to create so I did my best to describe that feeling that I felt.  It was also actually much more difficult than I anticipated.  I didn't expect it to be easy by any means, especially with the way I write, but I think it just ultimately showed me that I need to work on my grasp of figures of speech.  It also might have been a touch more difficult because I didn't want it to just be random, even though I do love random and abstract writing as well.  Today I just wanted a clear vibe to create the picture I was seeing/feeling in my mind.

Steal from yourself to make a found poem

I'm watching some terrible show This Is Us.  I'm only watching it because Jess from Gilmore Girls is in it.  And I'm still really pissed about the way Gilmore Girls ended.  Not the regular series, well actually that too.  But even more so the reboot.  Why would you not put Rory and Jess together?  Everyone knows they were meant to be.  I hate to sound cliche but it's completely true.  Logical even, to have them end up together.  The literature, the books alone were enough of a reason.  No one else ever made sense for her in the way he did.  No one else was an equal match.  Your gonna tell me lackluster boring dumb Dean was a match for her?  Or the entitled trust fund rich boy prick who also happens to have the personality of a paper towel, Logan was the love of her life?  No.  It was Jess.  It was always supposed to be Jess.  I'm also trying to choose between having some Twix or some Kit Kats, but screw that I'm having both.

backwards- twix, Jess was it, trust entitled, match equal,  even logical, Jess and Rory
forwards- well actually, books alone, no one else, lackluster, no, choose between, having both

Jess was it.
No other match was equal,
no other books alone
could stand on the same shelf.
Jess and Rory
Well actually, Rory and Jess.

No one else
even logical Twix,
could compare.
Lackluster, lacking trust
entitled and having both
could bring her to choose between. No.

I basically just pieced it together as best as I could, making obvious sense as to what I was trying to get at.  I clearly have a hang up about this show and how it ended.  Or did it end?  The world may never know.  Well the world of Gilmore Girls fans.  Anyway I sort of chose at random, but my ramblings were basically all about one thing so it wasn't actually as easy to compile an interesting group of words or phrases after that cause I felt it was a bit limited in vocabulary.  The reasoning for that is pretty much that three minutes of writing goes by much faster than you think.  I figured out where my free writing was going pretty quickly and I just let it flow from the jump.  I found it actually pretty easy but I think that's mostly because it was about something I'm obviously passionate about.  And passionate in an angry, this void isn't going to be filled type of way. Which, not shockingly can be really good for writing.

Rhetorical Figures 2

Inside the bottle of a Blue Moon beer and he was drinking
Cold and wet and drowning. He was drinking
Sloshing about in an endless spiral and he was drinking
A bright orange sun. He was drinking
Resting on the horizon of pale waters and he was drinking
The lingering of bitterness. He was drinking

Intertwined and floating about and he was drinking
A hint of sweet, her hands so cold. He was drinking
The waters seemed darker where she lay and he was drinking
Lower tides and further waves. He was drinking
Clouds of cream hovering above and he was drinking
She preferred Guinness anyway. He was drinking

Rhetorical Figures 1

buzz, slap, bang, clatter, mumble, meow, clink, drizzle, splash, flutter, clap, thump, swish, gasp, swing, whip, zap, twist

(I am Waiting)

I am drizzle

to slap some imitations

of buzz

by recollecting my gasp childhood

mumble I am waiting

for the meow mornings to come again

for some flutter of unpremeditated art

to swing my typewriter

and I am waiting to twist

the great whip poem

and I am mumble

for the last long clink

and I am perpetually zap

for the fleeting lovers on the Grecian splash

to catch each bang at last

and clatter

and I thump awaiting 

perpetually clap forever

a swish of wonder

Diction

No one can see me, no one would stop me, no one could help me.  They would just call the adults but it would be too late.  My only regret is waiting.  She'd have the coffee on.  There was a time during my search for a cure when I tried everything to stop including giving up communication.  The smell filled the room.  I loved to drink a pint of beer in the evening, to say I missed you to my ex after we'd spent another night together.  I'd tell her now it's going okay except for the poison.  It's going okay except for how much I miss her and think about her.  How?  Why?  I've never been a very good girlfriend.

No one can see me, no one would stop me, no one could help me.  They would just call the children but it would be too late.  My only regret is acting too quickly.  She'd have the coffee on.  There was a time during my search for a cure when I tried everything to stop including giving up the distance.  The smell filled the air outside.  I loved to drink a glass of water in the afternoon, to say I hadn't thought of him to my boyfriend after we'd spent another day together.  I'd tell her now it's going okay escape for the poison.  It's going okay except for how much I miss her and she never crosses my mind.  When?  Who?  I've never been a very good ex girlfriend.

The tone definitely changed the second time around and was far less somber and depressing.  Switching around the words also changed the meaning as well.  First of all, I think it's most obvious that the paragraph doesn't make complete sense in either of the examples because of the pronouns, i.e. me thinking of a him while filling in the blanks and the author using a her.  The first time around did make more sense and one could piece together my overall tone behind it, but the meaning got a bit lost when I had to switch to opposite words.  I for one prefer when things are a bit more longing and gloomy, so I tried to give it that tone originally.

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Dead of Winter
Achilles Heel
An Open Book
Drunk as a Skunk
Back From the Dead
Alls Well That Ends Well
Cat Nap
Puppy Love
Cool as a Cucumber
Knock it Out of The Park
Heat of the Moment
Once in a Blue Moon

Back From the Winter
Dead of the Dead
Drunk as a Book
Open as a Skunk
Puppy Nap
Cat Love
Cool Out of the Park
Knock it out of the Cucumber
Heat of the Blue Moon
Once in a Moment

Once in a Blue Moon...Literally whatever is happening wouldn't happen because I've never seen a blue moon.  Unless you wanted to do said thing once whilst inside a bottle of Blue Moon beer.

welcome post

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