paul-celano
American
I have a sad story that helped me write. Back in High School a good friend of mine had took his own life. I wrote a poem about it for a class. The teacher told me to my face that I should never write again because my writing is not good enough. / / Later in 2002 I took a class for creative writing. I told the college teacher what my high school teacher said. The teacher then told me that in the class I was in, I would have to read my poems out loud. This made me very nervous. / / So the day came when I had to do this. I read the same poem I was told in high school was not good enough. Everyone stood and clapped. My college teacher told me to never stop writing. / / I have been writing since then. Things I see and things that happen in my life. I love to write free-verse and sometimes a little rhyme for fun. Also I believe that a thesaurus is a poets best friend.
Feeling unparalleled
Uncomfortably disconnected
Baffled in one's own still reality
Sitting in a chill hollow theater
A sharp lit lantern glistens from above
Frying the lid of the huddled mind
Sore eyes glazed over
Watching a hushed movie called life
The characters known and their euphoria
The whole story just seems absolute
Only to one's imagination glasses
Seeing the whole kindled screen
The still beating heart can tell something is missing
Cheerless eyes start to wipe off the fake
Each drive of coral to the heart
Opens truth's glutted box
The one watching is the missing
The story was never whole
For the characters were embedded in life's credits
And the one watching was forgotten
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 9:43 AM UTC
Looking down at empty pale feet
Pure crystal water
Kissing the gaunt quivering toes
Like tiny nipping lips
An intoxicating dewy tickle
Replenishes the ulcerated legs
Thin iced glass brushes the face
Coating it in a soft chilled frost
Salty needles pinch the eyes
Making vision blurry yet refreshed
To blink would be a miss
A loss of excessive sight
An immense beauty gone
A crawling land of beryl
A saturated endless terrene
An ocean
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 9:34 AM UTC
Bundled up and toasted
Stare to the exorbitant heavens
A dimmed electrifying spirit world
Leaving only one trifling light on
A slight single frozen tear
Rides the broad frigid air
To the glaring reality below
The silky cotton takes time
Flowing through a lingering life
Of chilled floating bliss
It taps the up turned nose
Tiny frozen feet make a stand
An intense tickle flows through the pumping veins
Leaving a feeling of pricking cherub kisses
Nervous life lungs squeeze
Releasing a single reclined breath
Concrete relaxed steam
Rubs the tufted sapped lips
Dissolving into the hazed sky
She has arrived
Mother Winter
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 5:09 AM UTC
Stab my eyes
I don’t want to see anymore
I want a dark black canvas
Where I can paint my own world
Using my minds brush
Dipped and dripping with creativity
A clear and cool world
One that makes it easier to breath
When I close my eyes
All I have to do is be still
The only worry I have
When my eyes open
A collage of problems form
Tensing up my body
Stab my eyes
With eyes shut
You are God
You create your world
No pain
No problems
Just a dream
A dream is not a reality
A dream is a vision
A vision of what it could be
Until I am forced to open these windows
And let in the harshness of the world
Stab my eyes
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 5:08 AM UTC
One to smile
One to frown
Mouth goes up
Mouth goes down
Emotions will make one drown
That was one crazy dream
Eyes open
Eyes are close
See the day
One arose
Both sit on top of the nose
That was one crazy dream
Body stretch
Body still
A few cracks
What a thrill
So much more time left to ****
That was one crazy dream
What’s the time
Early day
Punch the clock
One must stay
Am still tired anyway
Back to the one crazy dream
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 6:15 AM UTC
My body is a place of tunes
The perfect set list
My living band
SCREAM!
The warm blood fills my worded heart
Wrap it in the pointed wire of the treble
Embody it with the empowering bass
CLEF!
Breathing deep lung drums
Power grabbing
Boom Boom
BOOM!
Pull the strings from my lyrical soul
Flick each tiny cell I have
Create the harmony of my world
LIFE!
REALITY!
…music
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 8:24 AM UTC
It starts with a glance
Each person stares to connect
But must be careful
Or a pure life could be wrecked
Love can feel strong
Looking into eyes not blind
They can make you melt
Or destroy your once strong mind
A hug can be tough
For tightness can be the best
For if arms are loose
Then the warmth becomes dead rest
A kiss can be sweet
Sugar cotton candy turn
Or pure dark evil
Tingle to an acid burn
To fall for ones soul
Brings the pressure to the top
So the body shakes
And the heartbeat will not stop
But take it away
The feeling will fall to death
So that one deep sigh
Becomes one person’s last breath
To play with ones heart
May seem easy at the time
But pain is not right
Back at bottom, hard to climb
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 6:28 PM UTC
Coffee, coffee, drip drip drip
Makes eyes pop, with every sip
Some call it, a fine brown wine
Off the yummy, young bean vine
Robust in taste, like a sweet
Crystal sugar, for a treat
Turn the color, to a white
Sometimes makes you, feel just right
Or take it pure, in the black
Makes you shake, like you’re on crack
Have a small, to perk you up
Little happy, in a cup
Have a large, to blow your mind
Eyes bulge out, until you’re blind
Take it cold, on a hot day
Life turns gold, instead of gray
Take it hot, in the ice cold
To stay awake, eyes won’t fold
Coffee, coffee, sip sip sip
**** it’s gone, with no last drip
Caffeine wore off, in a flash
Mind shuts off, body will crash
My eyes are shut, I count sheep
Guess it’s time, to fall asleep
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 7:37 AM UTC
I am a white mage
I have a level five staff
I cannot get girls
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 6:16 AM UTC
I have dejavu
Why do things keep repeating?
I have dejavu
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 6:15 AM UTC