Me Reciting A Poem I Wrote

wreck this activity book

I got an activity book from a Kid's Meal from Wendy's.  The theme is road trip activities.  Cool because I'm reading Jack Kerouac's On the Road for English.  I even made a playlist for it.  Road Music But most of the activities just apply to long road trips and you can get anywhere you need to be in Guam within 30 minutes.  So I decided to wreck this activity book with my lame art. Yes I got the idea from Wreck This Journal.  And this is cool because I'm not spending $10 or whatever on a book telling me how to art.  I may lack creativity, but I know how to art.  Here's what I've made so far. 

kite in the sunset

 ghost in the sunset

 space girl

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

One of my poems has been published on a site! 

Here's the link to the page!

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

"After the High" - An Original Villanelle

After the High
Hitched a ride with crazy
That was such a trip
It's what I get for being hazy

Don't know 'bout myself lately
Maybe need another hit
Or hitch another ride with crazy

Need to quit wasting myself & being lazy
Getting bigger and no longer fit
But it's what I get for being hazy

Streets know me as "Broken Lady"
For my bruised face & slit fingertips
Hitching too many rides with crazy

Curl up and bawl like a baby
Waking up feelin' like shit
What I get for being hazy


Puking to pop music from the '80s
Partying can be a bitch
Hitched too many rides with crazy


Chased by dogs with rabies
Ended up in a ditch
Hitched too many rides with crazy
It's what I get for being hazy


This is a villanelle for my poetry class. Tell me what I can change.

"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)

Unsex Him- a poem

Unsex him

Squirm, wiggle, sweat under the leather straps

You can’t escape her

Anxiety overcomes you

She stands over you in her simple country dress

Her smile of determination

Increases your uneasiness

You speak sweetly to her, beg for mercy

She kisses your forehead and punishes you

The punishment was below, but your entire body felt the blow

The blow was vast and electrifying

Sending shivers to your knees

Her finger brushed against your cheek

Before she did it again

You were even more adorable as your grunts outshined her laughs

When it was all over she undid your straps and said ‘I love you’

It needs love- a poem by me

It needs love

Rock star from another dimension

Trapped inside a clown costume

Tall and dark and broken but

He’s been painted bright and jolly

But the make-up can’t cover his woe

Or his battle wounds

He needs something beautiful

He needs something great

Something he doesn’t know

He just stares at the big Ferris and

Waits for something—anything to lighten his darkness

Breathing in the carnival lights, exhaling the nicotine

Then he noticed her

Gentle and mature…beautifully weird

So he followed her to see what she’s about

To understand her soft gaze and her sweet way

To taste her soul and feel her beauty

He wanted her

He needed her

 

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

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.

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