Opening Up

Composed 9/16/13
Description: n/a

As a dancer
It’s not strange to hold hands
Or get whisked around in another’s arms
But when was the last time
I really felt skin or
Noticed the vibrant blue veins
That flex with the pressure of your grip?

Have I ever really looked
Into your eyes?
Have I ever been awake
In your presence?
How could I have slept
Under the pressure of your gaze
Purple, piercing,
Into my mind?

But now I dance in green rain
Cold and breathing for the first time
Eyes open and fixed
As cords wrap around our fingers
And take root in our souls

As my spine straightens
And I choke on blue
I could fall for anyone
Maybe even you

Just Jotting Down Notes

Composed 9/28/13
Description: One that’s been in my possession a few weeks or so, but just polished today.

You don’t notice my gaze
Filling with notes
Hording them like love letters

Deft and swift strokes
On my mind’s notebook
Stuffed into the depths
Never to be found

For my conclusions
So ominous
Rejection so ready on your tongue
The poison to seep into the air of our meetings

My stare wavers
Off to new sights
Though my mind stays steady
Wondering
Curious

Do with it what you wish
It’s just a match
Lying in the road
A potential

Ignore it
Or catch my stare
Look into my eyes
And tell me your heart
And I will tell you mine

Sensational

Composed 9/27/13
Description: I have so many ideas, and often I write them down, but they hardly make it to my blog anymore, because school is keeping me so distracted. There is always something to do, something to get ahead on… And when I take a break, I collapse. However, I wanted to take the time to post this poem, which I just wrote today after a walk back to my apartment. Remember how I said that my university’s literary arts magazine’s theme was going to be “growth?” Well, apparently now it’s “creative emergence.” Whatever that means. Here’s my interpretation (and possible entry).

Silky shadows of silhouettes nigh
With violets twisting with rose in the sky
The vastness of the horizon’s hillside
I’m inspired by my own eyes

Silence of darkness suddenly sears
Sweet rumbles of life then soon reappear
Chirping conversations so far and near
I’m inspired by my own ears

Light, brisk breezes drifting in
Goosebumps rising with the appearance of wind
Breathing in coolness and excitement within
I’m inspired by my own skin

Oceans of colors constantly twist
Sounds surround in a continuous mist
Sensations grace my form like a kiss
I’m inspired because I exist

How Love Grows

Composed 9/19/13
Description: Written in response to the news of the theme for my college’s Literary Arts Magazine. The theme for this semester is “growth.” This is the first thing that came to mind, and I think I’m going to submit this one (though I can potentially submit many pieces). Let me know what you think!

You glance across the room
You see a face
That’s it
That’s the start

You start for lunch
You start talking
Making jokes
Making a friend

A friend you do everything with
A friend you do nothing with
Changes in seasons
Changes of heart

Heart to heart conversations
Hearts intertwined forever
Bonded by rings
Bonded by love anew

New houses and jobs
New members of the family
Fighting again and again about life
Fighting again and again for love

Love breaks you down and
Love makes you stronger
You give up all you can for them
You give them up with a last “love you”

You glance to the sky
You see a face
That’s it
That’s the start

Consequences

Composed 9/10/13
Description: Inspired by a similar event that happened today.

Light was just beginning to fade as they walked across the parking lot. The air was cloaked in a buttercup yellow, and dusty shadows from trees and cars spilled across the blacktop like prowling malicious spirits. The only sounds were the clopping and smacking of their shoes against the dry ground. Only with much focus could one pick up the distant cries of racing metal machines and the eerie lullaby of leaves.

He inhaled, and the air was like wood.

“Smells like someone’s burning something.”

His companion breathed. Her eyes paled; once an ocean, her irises melted into ice. She stared off into the distance, past the cars and the trees and the parking lot. Past the grass. Past the horizon.

He knew that look. She was Seeing something.

Her irises filled with ocean blue. Her pupils refocused on the ashen ground.

“What’s up?”

She looked across the parking lot and pointed.

“There. In the median. In the mulch between the trees.”

He followed her finger and noticed a trickle of smoke leaking from the ground. They walked over to the place where the wisp originated, just as she said, in a median filled with mulch and a few trees. A cigarette butt lay in the center of a ring of dried up woodchips; around its edges, the ring smoked. A tiny red spark brightened and dimmed at one point of the circle.

“Put it out,” she whispered.

He took his water bottle out of a pocket of his backpack and let the water flow over the ring. He spread the mulch with his shoe and stomped on it once he was done to make sure all the coals were out. The smoke halted.

His companion exhaled heavily, as if she had been holding her breath. He jumped back onto the blacktop and stared at her. Her eyes remained on the upturned earth.

“What was that about?” He asked. She nodded at the now damp mulch.

“That would have set the whole campus on fire.”

He looked back to the place. It was just a bit of mulch now, not at all remarkable. Even the cigarette butt was buried. He glanced up, then, to the buildings around him – grand, brick structures with tall, arched windows. A concrete fountain bubbled yards away.

“Really?” He looked back to the mulch. “But putting that out seemed so… insignificant.”

She nodded. “It always seems that way. But little, seemingly insignificant things change the world. A cigarette. A bullet. A kiss. They determine the course lives take. Or how they end.”

With one last look she turned and walked toward the place they had been heading before. His brow furrowed, but he stuck his hands in his pockets and followed.

NSA Here I Come

Composed 9/3/13
Description: One of my first assignments of the year is to interview another person in my class and do a 90 second powerpoint presentation over them. We were encouraged to use photos from Facebook in our presentation, so I have spent much of this evening Facebook stalking some random guy. Which is just about the most fun/interesting thing ever. (PS This guy looks like a total sweetheart.)

I have discovered
My ideal job it would be
Facebook stalking folks

Purity

Composed 9/2/13
Description: Today’s Daily Prompt: Name that… You! There is, of course, only one appropriate style of poem for this prompt.

Katherine
And essentially every name derived from it
Translates to purity
However, I have not decided if I am
Like my name or if it
Embodies a heavy irony but
Every day I strive to become my
Name

Single with a Car

Composed 9/2/13
Description: Simply, this was my night. My roommate’s boyfriend is in town (without a car), and his friend was busy so I picked him up. Then I had to (eventually) drive him home. I ended up writing this in an attempt to stay awake while I waited for them to finish visiting. Figures, as soon as it’s done, they’re ready to leave.

Leaning on the edge of madness
that comes from exhaustion
and the prohibition of sleep
Listening to the silence
that comes from lovers staying private
deafening to the mind of the lonely
and impossible to break
though you suffer
because doing so makes you
(not the time, not the rules)
the villain
But how can a villain not arise
when tortured
with consciousness
and listening
and knowing?
And then having to drive
The tormentor home?