a free verse for my poetry class

It was Yevgeny
I woke up in your dream
At first I didn’t really mind
just swimming in your sound
kissing your freckled heArt
dancing through your museum of memories

Is the DANGER talking to me again?
Don’t listen to it, don’t listen to it...

the DANGER told me to suck the gun
to melt the bullet with my bones

I try to look at you to bring me back
but sanity is already fed up with my bull
doesn’t want me to return to the norm

These dented sunglasses distorts my view of you

Efforts and sweat to stay bland, I’ve failed
I’m the most unique piece of crap  I know
Woop dee freaking doo

the DANGER laughs at my crazy
the DANGER becomes my crazy
I AM THE DANGER

I am the murder of this elegant museum
this isn’t paint on my palms
this isn’t remorse in my eyes

I see you in the crevice of the heArt

Nooo!  Nooo! My innocence cries as my inner bitch dies
I’m sorry, nooo

But it wasn’t you dammit
it was freaking Yevgeny



This poem is for my poetry class.  Please comment for any suggestions.  :)

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