Two Princes - a poem

I don’t know why

I admire a Guy

who trashes Rolexs every week

but

despise some idiot

who falls

in

love with

a different girl every month.

I'm getting back into writing. This is just a start.  

Cotangents*of Yevgeny

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Cotangents of Yevgeny

-a teenage love story

Johanna Salinas

Part 1

Dec. 20, 2012

“I hope the apocalypse

will be as pretty as you!”

Yevgeny shouts

as he forgets

himself into the

brown ankle deep puddle

he insists is a pond.

His Queen, Yudina, blushes

a rosy bouquet as

her virginal

heart snaps

this moment into

her Memory Museum.

Please Yevgeny, please

don’t break her virginal

heart.  Dang it!

Get yourself out

of the mud and

into her love!

Do it now

before she realizes

what a total loser you are.

Do it now

before the earth caves in

with the stars.

Part 2

Dec. 21, 2012

“Welcome to the nightmare!”

Yevgeny sang as he

hid from the future

under a pile of dead leaves,

but lost himself

in the darkness

of a vacuum

of beautiful things.

Dec. 22, 2012

“I dreamed

we were dead,”

Yudina breathed.

“And I remember being so happy.”

Part 3

A Letter to Yevgeny From His Queen

Dear Goofball,                                                                                                                     

Somewhere in heaven,

an angel must be fainting from madness

because I made a wish

on the constellation

of pimples below your eyes.

Because tossing well-earned money

down a well

just isn’t enough

to contain my adoration of YOU.

Killing those dumb dinosaurs

couldn’t have said it more.

Streets graffiti me with neon and traffic

but all I know is you.  

All I see is your silvery surprised blink

as I dance along to the parade song

stuck in your head.

Somewhere a village is being deprived

 of an idiot because

I wished for you.

 

*the opposite of a tangent 

Swag Hag Poem

My throat’s all scratched from this screaming I’ve done
My diaphragm is all rubbery from these animal calls
But I carry on until you answer my distresses

O Captain, o Captain! Take me away from these generic hoes
I’m too swag for this ghetto
These bitches be hatin’ but you were always mine for the takin’

So take me now—like I did you…
Please. We’re friends. We’ve partied together and cried together.
I even bought you taco bell.

Take me away on your disco stick because
 This club can’t handle me and my electric sex pants

What good is your love when just our chakras touch…
I need your grasp, I need your smell…and your sexy, dramatic stare

Captain, my Captain, you may not be fly like Kanye
And I may not be glam like Beyoncé,
But this club can’t handle us right now

this poem is for my poetry class. please tell me how I can make it better :)

My Sestina Attempt

October Tears

Never square, never square, never be square just

embrace your demons.  Hold

your fears close like you do me.

Forget your name, your love, your past and

escape far off the grid.  Leave 

you debts unpaid and enter this

nameless place—this

vast green land.  Just

two naked souls drowning in orange leaves.

The earth shall hold

us in her womb and

we’ll be reborn.  A newer you and crazier me.

Drink my October tears and worship me.

I’ll never overlook this

sexy, murderous tale.  And

no fucked up lies will make me go.  So just

cradle my demons cuz I’m never wiggling from your hold.

I’m too mystified to leave.

Though it’s easy to do, you could never leave.

You’re too molded to escape me.

My loveliness is strong like my hold.

You can’t get enough of this

nomadic romance, this radical tale.  Just

stay radical, stay radical!  And

never be square! Let’s make everyday a holiday and

swim naked in the fallen leaves.

Light a candle to our anarchistic way.  Just

you and I.  Two learned nomads.  A fairy tale written by me

and lived by us.  I’ll forever embrace this

nameless place.  I’ll hold

your bread and hold

your hand. And

I promise not to bagel you or escape this

nomadic romance. To leave

would become a regretful life for me.

Let’s make everyday a holiday and just

Our demons will hold us and we’ll neverleave

our turbulent love. You won’t bagel me

and I won’t ruin this liberal romance. Off the grid and just.

This was written for my poetry class.  Tell me how I can fix it.  :D

"Bageled" An original poem

Take advantage of my kindness
Make me feel important tonight
Leave me weak in the morning

leave me in the morning
Because I’m so fucking boring

Take my butter and jelly
and my happiness
my stars, my moon
my dreams, my sorrows
Take everything I am

Because I’m kind
And weak
I reek of desperation

I’m poetically pathetic
just words, no fighting

A white flag flaps halfway
Saluting my honesty

I wrote this for my poetry class. Tell me what I can fix.

Her realization- a poem

After painting your
love for her in long letters,
Thinking she'll never
love you back, She weeps into
her pillow wondering what could have



(this was supposed to be a tanka, please comment if I did it wrong)