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I Am From...
I am from technology
from forks and spoons
I am from the chaotic mess within
Like a jungle riddled with booby traps
I am from the vegetable gardens
The raspberry bushes
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I'm from birthday parties and laughter
from sisters and brothers
I'm from relaxing and patience
and from eating plentiful.
I'm from politeness and confidence
and always asking before I do
I'm from Christmas Eve feasts
I'm from Maple Grove and Ireland
Chili and Spaghetti
From parents who didn't play by the rules
and did what they pleased
The homevideos, the yearbooks
Spread far and thin
Some never to be found again
And others reminding us of often of the past.
War-torn (A Minute Poem)
I hate the feeling of my hands.
My brain commands,
but I don't listen.
Can't count to ten.
My bloody knuckles, red and warp'd
Where hate is born,
I'd rather not.
A futile plot.
It happens time and time again,
or so it's been.
My life has chang'd.
War is derang'd.
Bio Poem
Eric
Energetic, self-sufficient, eager, and social
Brother of Cory, Kenny, Kaitlyn, Allison, and Nicholas in that order
Who loves everything music, meeting new people and places, and my family
Who feels angered at people's hypocracy, pollution, and lack of peace
Who needs my ipod, grape juice, and drum sticks to survive
Who gives time, energy, and emotion to someday achieve my goals
Who fears the end of the world, drowning, and losing a limb
Who would like to see his dead grandpa again someday
Who shares all of my space with my gigantic family
Who is going to be a nationally known name some day
Who is a resident of Plymouth, MN
Cafferty
Plateau (A Haiku Trio)
The hills are hiding
A wonderful nature maze
Just ask the bird's eye
Mountains so vastly
Escaping into the clouds
The sky can't contain
Trees spread thin amongst
Mother certainly wanted
A tranquil release
Projects? (A Free Verse Poem)
You want me to do what?
Are you sure? Did I hear you right?
I
Don't
Want
to
Do
That!
Why is it so....
I can't even imagine what is going through your head right now. I refuse to understand why you would do this to all of us kids
Assigning a project on the last day of school....
Pathetic.
Unity (A Naani)
My life
The only piece left
Unsolved, Unresolved
What more could I even ask for?What a Peaceful World (A Slam Poem)
What a peaceful world we live in
isn't it?
So much freedom and justice and pride and...
Love
Love?
Do we really have Love?
Do we really have love if love is defined by peace?
Do we really have love if love is defined by brotherhood?
And neighborhood?
and everything else good that we would give up if we could
for a fellow man losin' his lnad to the evil plan of Uncle Sam?
No way.
We don't have love
What a peaceful world
We lack.
Sonnet 6767
I wish to be one day a holy saint
My life would be the grandest sight to see
The only thing that seems a dream to thee
to force an angel down and make it faint
And when this spirit falls, my mind will taint
for my one true wish shall finally be
I will emerge an everready key
to open doors with gold and white fresh paint
But oh! I am a sinner not a God
I've hurt more souls than I'm willing to tell
With lies and tricks like how cows get the prod
Am I ashamed of these travesties? Well...
If I were anything but man (a fraud)
Then you would not expect my FATE is Hell!
Ode to Music
Oh music, my lover, my friend
Whatever would happen in your absence?
Like dimes thrown to a well
You make me wish for more
But barely ever bring more
than a little relief in the end
But oh music, how you've hurt me
The harsh memories trapped in your cage
Rattlesnakes churning about without a purpose
I beg of you to let those fantasies leave
But you'll never listen and let them leave
I can't help but cry and fall to my knee
Many emotions you pack in your lunch box
Ultimate escape from the deranged true world
Since i can't live without you, i need you to stay
I'm begging you
Call us united, or tie my feet to rocks!
The Tragedy (A Villanelle)
My past is shards of life
The only thing meant to be
What's happened to my wife
I didn't want to grab that knife
The only thing I could see
Was broken glass to end that strife
I truly did have love for my wife
But love fades fast often for me
Especially when anger seems so rife
So when the devil squeals on his fife
The only thing keeping me free
Is my true belief in eternal life
To this day there's still no strife
And my god I sleep so contently
My past is shards of life
What's happened to my wife.
