Poetry to be critiqued
Hammocks hamper an oceans intent
To disturb a slumbering crew.
Moonlight shatters over the East
To guide them through the blue.
The cabin walls of woven timber
Moaning in the swell.
The Captain sleeps on rustic papers
Creased like cockle shells.
Our hero, Crow, sits on his nest.
Discussing with the stars
How a world with all this peace
Could not result in war.
Constellations slowly recede.
Tides rise with the sun.
And withered clouds of discontent
Sprinkle the horizon.
And so the skies revealed to Crow
That darkness follows light.
The deepest trenches end in shores
So death must end in life.
At this, our hero killed the crew.
The silence was his blade.
He sank the ship before the storm
Took the friends he'd made.
The waves dragged the ship and men
To their heaven in the depths.
They rest in peace forever more
As in life, in death.
A flickering illumination in a damp-aired room.
This lonely, glowing aura is the centerpiece of a dark abyss.
Crevices of this dungeon hide walls adourned with filth.
Suddently, wax drips from the candle reverberating an eerie echo.
This startles the only creature thriving in this everlasting, sinister darkness.
Awakened by the cease in silence and intriguied by the flame,
The moth leaves the safety of darkness and innocently begins to fly.
As he gently flutters towards the flame the moth feels something foreign --warmth.
Instinct tells him to continue flapping towards this otherwordly glow.
As if blind from birth and finally given sight, the moth now feels alive.
The combination of heat and light is addicting, he carniverously lusts for more.
Once innocent, the moth has now been corrupted by sheer ectasy.
Now, ceremoniously circling the flame basking in its heavenly glory.
Drunken with greed, the moth hastily swoops within inches of the flame.
A snakelike hiss consumes the room. --Darkness.
Its ravenous haste extinguished its short-lived salvation.
Now, cold as one-thousand winters, the moth can only dream of his lost savior
It can only wish that it had gone up in flames along with the candle now. . .
that pain would last a millisecond.
This pain is eternal.
In the heat of the night you look so predatory.
Before you, life had gotten so boring.
But inside my head is a clear warning.
You've got to start on the ground if you wanna start soaring.
I know I've said it before and it's the same old story.
Being clearly unsure is clearly the sure thing.
And now my throat is too sore to even try to sing.
When you come back to me, I think of the gift that you'll bring.
Your undying love never fails to tug on my heart-string.
See, I've still got to learn the meaning of a fling.
Among a tall list of you related things.
How you confuse me
It's like everything
Can be nothing
I really like you
And now, I think you like me
But you wont bite me
Hard enough for me to tell
It's like you're in then you're out
You whine and pout
You don't know what I'm talking 'bout
When I ask you
When I ask you
When I ask you what you mean
These days the future is hazy
The job I work means nothing
It's 6 AM and I'm feeling crazy
I don't care about fucking anything
My life is a smudged question mark
Written on an empty folder
I just want to go down to the park
After all, I'm only getting older
I'm getting too old
Now I'm only 21 but listen here
I might not have seen it all
But I've seen enough for me to say
Answer your phone when you get the call
It won't ring twice but it always rings true
I'm just trying to get it through to you
Skipping rocks in still waters
Smoking pot up on the roof
I don't know why I even bother
But I know what I'm saying is the truth
Now it's time to go back again
And again the same feeling haunts me
I'm telling you as your honest friend
You need to adjust your vision before you see
And then run away with me
My Team, My Dream, My Buckeyes
The Ohio State Buckeyes
Each year their games I view
My team still undefeated
And ranked at number two
We now must play a team up north
But not the maize and blue
We beat that rival of our school
Now we'll beat the green ones too
With the game this week that we must play
We know one team must fall
With Buckeye Pride and heads held high
We will sing our victory song
The champion who will win this game
Will wear the Big Ten crown
They will give to them a trophy
And a parade for all in town
Then one more game that we must play
To be the number one of all
As college football champions
We will raise that Chrystal Ball
Go Bucks.... O. H. _. _.
THE Ohio State University
Carl Joseph Roberts
If you are an aging book tossed on an empty shelf
Left to dust,
I will be the librarian who remembers you.
Even in my graying days and wrinkles,
I will find you within the musty bindings
Upon the shelves.
I will pluck you off,
Bypassing all of the others
That try and grab me as I walk
The narrow aisles.
I will push them back into their place
For you are the only one I have eyes on.
I will find you and blow the dust
Off your shoulders.
I will run my fingers over you,
Feeling your cover, your back, your spine
Before opening you and sifting through your pages,
Reading your story and discovering your scars
Where the corners have been folded over.
But I will love you long before
I ever open your cover and begin to read.
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