Wednesday, May 30, 2012

my tale about the Psycho’s secondhand tale (a poem)

The Psycho told it with drollness…I heard it like this:

The 5000 children were waiting before sunrise
Each brought three items for the Creep to sign
They love him—he is their passion, their hero
They love his genius and style
To them he is a breathing masterpiece

They praise the darkness that he brings into the atmosphere
And get high off his eerie aura

The Creep was tired but willing
His Organizer could see the stress shine off him and gently she rubbed the Creep with ice
Within the first half hour his eyes were wilting, his frown was turning to stone
“My fingers are bleeding,” he mumbled as he scribbled a child’s copy of his misery
“Can you get me some bandages?” he asked his Organizer

“Wait! No!” a kid protested. “Don’t bandage him until he bleeds on my book!”
Every child in line heard this and a chorus of 5000 cried, “Not fair! If the Creep bleeds on his book he has to bleed on my book!”
WTF is what went through his Organizer’s mind

Creep’s jaw fell
She couldn’t believe this poet didn’t know what to say—he was caught off guard
“They’re your fans,” she said
He spread blood on each of those kids’ three things
He was very sustainable with his blood, deepening each wound before cutting a new one

…The Psycho told this story with pleasure and wit
The audience laughed, as if it were the Psycho who had to cut his fingers for 5000 kids

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Our Love- A poem

You standout and I just standoff
In this brainwashed institute
Of love, where everyone is trying too hard to be cute
And funny, and everyone is acting like someone they're not
But we're too radical to get caught
In their square ways and blues
Cause we're too young to worry or watch the news
We're too busy partying hard and drowning in punk rock
Our love is beautifully genuine, our love is pretty rare
As others try to be perfect and play it safe
We're already French kissing at the church fair
The nuns are praying for us and our basket case
Love, oh just let them glare
You and I are just going through a faze

Monday, May 21, 2012

KILL THE FLY- an orignial poem

We go on like it's nothing
We pretend that it's not there- it's all over the place
Just one- singular- one
One little fiend is ruining our jive
Swirling pass our noses, tickling our ears
It must die- or anything close to death is good
"Then kill the fly!" What, me? No!
I would never kill a fly!
"Then why are you saying 'it must die'!"
Correction, I CAN'T kill a fly.  I'm too slow.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

A poem I wrote. Please comment
Sweet Bad Romance
Rah, rah, rahahah! RAH!
Dancing in the woods and singing in the street
Taking things for granted and everything that's free
Wasting Wednesday nights with you in the park and chowing Cajun
I'll be your Sweet Talk and you'll forever be my HAVEN
You're pretty cool for a guy who never laughs or smiles
As caring as a mother yet as cold as Joe's raging bile
I could just drown in your soups stirred with patience and escape in your blanket knitted with love
You're so beautiful, angry, poetic, hysterical, and wonderful- I just can't get enough
Don't ever say sorry for being narrow and plain 
And I'll stop apologizing for my attitudes and complaints 
I'll still love you if you'd burn down the city and start a war
And I know you'd still love me if I drowned the world or erase the stars
You're my psychopath and I'm your devoted nurse
We'll rock this town with our bohemian blues and love curse
'Cause I can't escape you and you shall never be free from me
There's no place better or worse we want to be
This is a book review on Kody Keplinger's novel DUFF.  DUFF is about a high school senior named Bianca who feels insecure about her looks because her two best friends are the prettiest girls in school.  She's having troubles with her family life and can't wait to leave her town and go off to college.  She just wants to escape.  And she finds an escape in Wesley, the sluttiest boy in school.  She and Wesley hate each other and become "enemies with benefits."  This novel is easy to read and moves quickly.  It could have had more-- maybe a better closure.  I'd recommend this book to young adult lovers-- fans of John Green and Jerry Spinelli.  Overall this novel is a 4.5/5.
Welcome to my blog.  My name is Jo and I like to read novels and write poetry.  This is a blog on book reviews and some original poems.