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Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

Found Poem

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

Teodora

Just last night I thought
I was finished with everything new...
Look at this tangle of thorns!
- All New Monday - Same old life.
The Oscars run longer and longer,
But some things never change.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
What would everyone rather me do
Keep the votes coming!
I'll be bold and mighty forces will come to my aid
Or
I will sleep through Monday.
How to make choosing easier -
Can we talk about that?
Can the mysteries of the human heart
Ever be revealed?
It's supposed to be a surprise...
What is?
Life...
- Will have you weeping for the joy
And tragedy of it all.

I composed this poem by collecting random sentences or phrases I came across for a few days.

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

walk

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

bleh

walk

assembly point

first floor

second floor

P
$1.00
per hour
third floor

others

panelbeaters paint division
spies heckler automotive

no thoroughfare

flooring centre  -   "fashion for your floor"

kitchen things
                                                                                                          relocation sale

plumbing laser -  "totally dependable"

Stop!

convictions end careers

                                                                                                                     science
                                                                                                                       /three
                                                                                                                          /fire
                                                                                                                /wardens
                                                                                                                        /tally
                                                                                                                      /board

design + garden landscapes

All violators will be towed at owners expense

(doorway in constant use)

National mortgage and agency
         (coy of nz ltd)

"manufactures of quality soft furnishings"

inward goods ->

ABSOLUTELY
nothing to be left outside of

"floor"

at all times

(community probation service)

"salsa moves New Zealand"

                                                                                        Ice cold pacific fish shop

Inward
outward
goods
(Clearance 3.1 metres)

<-chapel                                                                                                      office->

hot pies fish and chips burgers milkshakes ice cream fried chicken
STOP
(funeral services limited)

full system fabrications:    -  "free quotes!"

hand painted       /       illuminated

The art of refinishing;
Leaders in worldwide approval&nbsp

#found-poem

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

Found Poem I (Scantron)

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

Andrew Wenson

Found Poem I (Scantron)

Use No. 2 pencil only
Make DARK MARKS
Erase completely to change
Directions

FEED THIS CORPORATION
All rights subject
Customer service last

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

The sky was blue, The ribbon was pink

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

Dustin The Destroyer

The sky was blue, The ribbon was pink

I walked the path that wound
alongside the river

It was along this bend that settlers had their boats
dashed on the rocks by nature's unexpected fury

I wanted to see the river,
these rapids that turn the world,
this reminder of earth's power

So I stepped off the path
and headed down the bank
over rocks and bushes

And aside from the static white noise
of water, the first thing to greet me
at the edge was a cross

Two simple sticks, with a ribbon
draped over its outstretched arms

The unmistakable symbol of a life lived
and a life lost

The only thing between me and the rushing water
was this
               monument
                                     to
                                           mortality

For some reason
this terrified me more
than any man-made disaster can

This was nature,

Pure and indifferent

My mind wandered to the obvious void

This space that used to be occupied
by a living, breathing being

Someone with fears and joys of their own
Someone who had seen things and known people
Someone who had stood where I am standing right now

But who were you?

And who missed you?

What was your name?

What did you love?

Did you fall?
Or did you leap into the waiting arms of the river?

Were you afraid, as I am, standing here
just inches away from something that can't be controlled?

I have so many questions that will never be answered,
except by the deafening rush of water, and the

Cold spray of mist at my face

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

Seldom

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

Charlie

Seldom

Seldom does my heart
Feel that once exhilarating glow.
It did,
once upon a time.
A long, long time ago.

For anyone finding themselves here, remember that to love another, you must first love yourself.

#love #heart #pain #loss #seldom

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

Cross =X= Roads

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

Charlie

Cross =X= Roads

I cannot be angry,
  for fear of hurting you.
I cannot be happy,
  for it won't be true.
    So here I am,
      beaten,
        broken and
  miserable too.

When no matter how much you hurt, knowing that showing it will only hurt the one you love even more.

#broken #happy #be #true #beaten #miserable #angry #hurting

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

Are You?

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

Charlie

Are You?

I did it again.
I checked my phone.
I don't know why,
I know what exactly what I'll see.
Nothing,
Just the picture of us together,
My phone's background I've
Not had the heart to change.
The picture that both brings me to a better time,
And evokes my bitter depression.

I don't know why I expect to hear from you.
A text,
A call,
Neither of which I've received.
But "let's still be friends",
You exclaim, as though that will ease the anguish I suffer daily.
Well, I'm trying.
Are you?

I have way too many drafts.

#are #you #again

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

Tightrope Thinking

Jan 2015 Autumn Whipple

Charlie

Tightrope Thinking

It's in those sullen moments, 
Attacked with cancerous thoughts.  
Alone to hear these things aloud, 
In Hell he'll surely rot.

It's in these quiet moments, 
He ponders what could have been.  
He's found his lock; his ball and chain 
And yet he seeks again.

It's in those careless moments  
He forgets what he has got.  
Temptation to act upon
Out-weighs desire to not.

It's in these stupid moments  
He loses all he possessed
By drowning those evil voices
With the flask upon his breast.

It's in those final moments  
He staggers with heavy thoughts.  
No more will he hear these things aloud,
'Cause in Hell he'll surely rot.

#hell #thoughts #lock #on #*** #moments #ball #chain #wire #ponders