turns out, nothing is coming about for today, all that i can work on is this piece i started and dont want to post on here, but will wait till later
anyway here is an excerpt from another poem with the same life story...this little piece here is part of a poem that has many different stories, so here is one of them
the poem also doesnt have a title yet
untitled
back next to the highway kids felt bent by the rapid flow of necessary lessons
while their parents sent them fruity delicatessens
Sara sat in her suite listening to the laughter on the street
"they don't understand why they are here" she decreed
a statement with which her parents very much agreed
"they will struggle to live happy and free, but you will have the money everyone needs"
a day later she sat behind the cat who moved so magnificent
she hid under a hood of embarrassment
for she had discovered it was she
that had gotten a d
she leaned to the boy asking "how can this be?"
he told her that life could not be taken so simply
she looked at the boy in a pair of jeans and a shirt rough along the seems
she questioned how such an image could keep focus on a dream
as he packed to leave he turned to the girl and said
"come by my house and i will teach you how to bake complex bread"
the idea seemed strange, but she was far from naïve
she approached with a mind not ready to believe
but the rhythm of the boy's dance brought a smile to her face
"come sit down, promise me this wont be a race, i like to move at a pleasant pace"
the boy moved so pure and free opening cupboards with a style the girl had not seen
"please join me, i can not teach unless you join me in the scene"
"please understand i am not of your kind at all" the girl implied
"i know, i cant stand your type" the boy lied
he sang songs as they mixed and stirred
creating poetry without using words
and soon they moved with the wiseness of owls
as the girl created beautiful sounding vowels
and at the top of her lungs she cried
"i want to tell my parents of all i have discovered inside"
anyway here is an excerpt from another poem with the same life story...this little piece here is part of a poem that has many different stories, so here is one of them
the poem also doesnt have a title yet
untitled
back next to the highway kids felt bent by the rapid flow of necessary lessons
while their parents sent them fruity delicatessens
Sara sat in her suite listening to the laughter on the street
"they don't understand why they are here" she decreed
a statement with which her parents very much agreed
"they will struggle to live happy and free, but you will have the money everyone needs"
a day later she sat behind the cat who moved so magnificent
she hid under a hood of embarrassment
for she had discovered it was she
that had gotten a d
she leaned to the boy asking "how can this be?"
he told her that life could not be taken so simply
she looked at the boy in a pair of jeans and a shirt rough along the seems
she questioned how such an image could keep focus on a dream
as he packed to leave he turned to the girl and said
"come by my house and i will teach you how to bake complex bread"
the idea seemed strange, but she was far from naïve
she approached with a mind not ready to believe
but the rhythm of the boy's dance brought a smile to her face
"come sit down, promise me this wont be a race, i like to move at a pleasant pace"
the boy moved so pure and free opening cupboards with a style the girl had not seen
"please join me, i can not teach unless you join me in the scene"
"please understand i am not of your kind at all" the girl implied
"i know, i cant stand your type" the boy lied
he sang songs as they mixed and stirred
creating poetry without using words
and soon they moved with the wiseness of owls
as the girl created beautiful sounding vowels
and at the top of her lungs she cried
"i want to tell my parents of all i have discovered inside"
-jared a muscat
i feel silly always saying "i love this!" but i really do.
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creating poetry without using words
i've been doing english homework all day, and those lines are at the top with the best of those romantic period hooligans
the last line made me laugh. i'm not sure if it was meant to be ironic though