Can't stand writer's block much more...

I've only had to work on a few poems this semester in ENG 305...

BUT EVERY TIME I GET WRITER'S BLOCK.  and you know what happens to poems written during writer's block...

THEY SUCK.

It is driving me crazy.  In Spring Semester, I could at least come up with something half-decent.  UGH!  My brain is retaliating and is going to give me a basic B in my poetry class...

In other news, FFXI updated and now I'm lvl 76 (max is 80 now) so I've been having a good time (with whatever time I have had in the past day or two) doing that.  Also, I got my brother Little Big Planet... and it is fun!  (also within the last day or so...)

But most of my time is doing school or work or home or some of the above.  I'll try to be a good blogger and post some blog stuff sometime soon.

I'm just really tired. :(

I want to escape!

February 13th

Late.

despite an eternal devote, I

cannot note: nothing beyond haste

was made to the empty institute

where the air bag questions remain.

ask father to be with me, but

eighty percent fail the course

life treats them, I wonder now

what happens to the other twenty.

hurrying inside only to see

a wife begging for one last

valentine’s surprise we won’t

regret.  Instead: a box consists

of husband attire.  Waiting.

in five hour minute increments

perhaps maybe the surgeon

won’t lie.  perhaps maybe

sons of adam will be forgiven

and the floral gates of eden

relinquished to us, to an non-

existence in a Madagascar.

whispers in madness cast stones

at my eyes to crack in shame

the ongoing sinus infection that

plagues behind my face despite.

too Late.  He is

now reposed at five twenty five.

brother embraces mother while

man embraces man, holding on

to the seeping warmth within.

fingers run along departed roads

the cruel feet holds, my hands caress

ignoring the chalked right hand with

a gaping maw my God left behind.

      my eyes show the scale at less

                       three fourths an ounce.

February 13th (unrevised edition)

Late.

the last time

I would ask

-do you love me?

with him

horrid wait only

in the end a

-lost

air bag question.

now reposed

at five twenty five

-I had to

be sure

and what

cruel foot

chalked hand,

gaping maw, my God

-I am sorry.

my eyes

show the scale at

less three fourths

an ounce.

Incoming Poems #2

So it's been a busy summer... lots of work with just life in general and tons of crazy things happening.  In the end, I have completed and revised another poem!  I will post both the old poem and the revision in my next two posts!  Yay blogging!

August 31st

an old bear,
       caught
          grazed groans root by the rare
rhododendron... distraught,
       in the saffron garden.

claws rake deep,
       rough
          gorging the weed and creep
the old garden can tough,
       it receives some pardon.

to the Brush,
       home
          the red wood leaves and hush
calm the beast with dark chrome,
       prone and slow, to harden. 

Nocturnal Affair

lethargic in the wind, lilac catches

some of the moon's insomniac spores

driving them into soft ovaries beneath lumps

that carbuncle and azure sparks synthesized

by weaving each gilded finger on its base

the pattern reminiscent of an awakening.

clovers in the organic formation rest

soundly distant to the manifestation

taking place above in the contra-grove.

INCOMING POEMS!!!1!

Yes I'm lazy, but be prepared for not one, but TWO poems!

To distract you from my bad posting habits, I present to you: Pokemon Starters Generations 1-5!

did it work?

(On a side note I think the new starters look much better next to their cousins than by themselves!)