"declan" poems
He was silent
consumed by the rhythm of music
His eyes were full of passion
He had this idea that he was inlove
but the girl he was falling for didn't feel the same
His emotion controlled him
He pushed everyone else out of the way
to try and catch her
but each time,
she would slip away
When he finally broke
no one was there to catch his pieces
so he fell
harder than before
and when he wasn't there anymore
she noticed his silence
and fell in love
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
I have a teacher named Ms.Larson.
She is to kind to commit arson.
She works at Guilford high school.
She's kind of short, and needs a step stool.
She knows everything about English teaching.
When she's angry with Declan, you can hear her screeching.
Her hair is always very curly.
She always comes to school bright and early.
One time I saw her trip and fall.
After that I knew she would be the best teacher, once and for all.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
Oh, Life
My dearest Life,
Why dost though
Push me off a cliff?
What tis the purpose
That thou seeketh
By watching me fall
To my demise
Tis it entertainment?
Tis is joy?
Please do inform me
When you have thine answer.
And, of course,
Thy push kills me not
You simply watch me
Writhing at the bottom
Life, thou art
Cruel and Fickle
A two-headed beast
That loves destruction.
Canst thou help me
For once
Pull me away from this cliff
Before I fall.
I hope you choose well, Life
Don’t let me fall
Help me! Help Me!
Sincerely, Declan
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 7:28 PM UTC
Declan Shapiro had a switchblade. One day he didn’t go to school and got really good at not knowing why his father shot 9 nine people he had never met, and then shot himself when the cameras arrived.
He mastered the basics. And these were the basics. Then you work your way down. Got it?
So Declan Shapiro stole a car. Stealing glances at this point just didn’t have the Juice. He parked the car in the trunk of the car. His genius was to drive it off a cliff a few miles outside of town, with a brick and belt strapped to the wheel and the stick. It was so beautiful to feel something that it nearly killed him to thumb a ride into town and leave all those emotions on the edge. He was home by 9:35 pm and that’s what he told the cops. There was meatloaf with a ketchup smiley face next to some mashed potatoes on a paper plate just being the worst sort of super fan.
When Tanner Percy McQueen lost her virginity on purpose, the purpose was a thing that words were powerless to express, and yet she will never forget the premise. It was like keeping track of every fork in a lie to avoid getting caught in one, with all the panache of up close magic. Her room was a mess because she was looking for her loose change. A girl's gotta eat. Her mother, apparently, had to drink all the Benadryl and watch Animal Planet. Tanner Percy McQueen got her **** together and hopped on her bike with the banana seat all the boys wanted to be. She got where she was going before she realized her heart was broken and this was the place that didn’t care to talk to her about it. It was just noise and pills and beautiful monsters. They had hot dogs you could get for 2 dollars and she had 2 dollars so…. She bought some Ecstasy instead and told Stacy Mathers she was fat and that she wanted to kiss her on the mouth but it hurts when she wakes up and the world is still there and that she got this bracelet from some creep in a parking lot who never even tried to make a pass at her. She had no idea it glowed in the dark.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
So we’re sitting on this new wooden bench
outside the Trinity Christian lower school,
and Charis is talking to me about Michael Amico.
We’re skipping Mrs. Waller’s second floor study hall,
and she’s going on now about his passion for life,
his goals, aspirations.
He’s a star soccer player, you know,
president of the student government, too,
one of Charis’ closest friends.
And as of right now, the only openly gay kid in K-12.
Charis is a lover of people, and she loves talking about them
to other people, and today
she’s talking about Michael Declan Amico.
It’s been maybe ten minutes
and I hear her sigh then brush that away
with a lighthearted laugh, leaning in.
“I hope he finds a nice girl to marry.”
This silence seems to be fraying the string between us
from my clenched fist to her open heart
so I cough out a laugh,
see that Charis is oblivious to the danger,
and I let it fall, unsure
of what to do next.
Before I say something I wouldn’t regret,
we’re being ushered off the
bench by some assistant who saw
us through her window
playing hooky.
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
Take a step back
Look at who you are
Think about who you were
What would you think
When you were young
If you saw yourself give up
If you saw yourself fall apart
If he saw you breakdown and forget
The fundamentals of being
Declan
Declan doesn't give up
No matter what
He spits in the face of defeat
Even when it knocks him on his ***
Declan doesn't fall apart
Even when the weight of life
Comes crashing down on him
Declan knew
He knew that every second of pain
Made him
Declan
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
These are the things that we do
when we're listening to me and
learning from you and yearning
for some things that will never be
and
we'll never do.
A free faller calls for an air ambulance,
a slim chance of that appearing, but
I am still near to you and
doing things that we do.
Listening to Sinead,
nothing compares to...
...drinking red lemonade down at
Carrick on Shannon,
that was a long time ago.
And I was there at the fair in Kenmare
when the goat got a haircut from
Declan,
who'd believe such a thing could occur?
but it did in Kenmare.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC