Blog Post 10

Pop Villanelle

In the back of your carriage, ye looketh divine
Clamp down on those colored marks on ye shoulder
I consume spirits in excess, yet I'm Fine
You swiped linens from your chamber mate in Boulder

In the back of your carriage, ye looketh divine.
And ye looketh as awe-inspiring as the day we met,
I cannot remember for what reason I abandoned thou.
I consume spirits in excess, yet I'm fine.

Keep your neighbors far, but yourself near me
Play the romantic music while I beat thou now-
In the back of your carriage ye looketh divine.

My mind was truly mad, my brain was set,
Let us go to your expensive carriage instead,
I consume spirits in excess, yet I'm fine.

Keep your neighbors far, but yourself near me
I cannot remember for what reason I abandoned thou
In the back of your carriage ye looketh divine,
I consume spirits in excess, but I assure you, I'm fine.  

Blog Post 11

Ode to Winter

The bare branches tell you the end is near,

As the cold burrows deep into your bones.

At least, a clean slate comes with the new year

With its chances you can use to atone.

You travel far for the perfect evergreen

Time with friends and family, not alone,

The adventure’s not unlike dopamine.

In the car with your halo of moonlight.

Outside the window the scene is serene,

The snow glistening on the ground so white

And clean. It’s surely a scene to strife for.

But it’s much more fun with a snowball fight

And after, you can make a toast with s’mores,

By the fire together safe indoors.

Feelings of dread will soon pour over me.

Darker days paired with a darker feeling

They cannot, will not let me go, be free,

And they do not answer to my pleading.

My delicate soul will soon freeze over

As snow whips in the wind, it is stealing

My motivation, whatever’s leftover.

Is nowhere to see, nowhere to be found.

Of this body, I am not the owner,

Dragging it around, like a heavy hound.

I open a book by the cozy fire

Trying to hear a tiny joyful sound,

But it is simply nothing to admire.

The cold cuts deep like an open, sharp wire.

Christmas time is the most wonderful time
weeks off of school and no homework in sight
the bright lights and the hot chocolate are prime
the presents under trees are the highlight

family together is nice and cheerful
hearing Christmas carols is a delight
kisses under mistletoe are blissful
"snowman are so fun to build" they all say
sleigh rides so fun they jingle and tingle
with schools canceled, snow has so saved the day
santa coming down the chimney, yipee!
"This will be the best one yet" they all pray

the morning of is filled with so much glee
the best time of year with a lovely tree

Those times it snows with the sharp, bitter air

Yet school is still on, and with no delay

The thought of arousing too much to bear

Knowing there is no happiness this day.

Your body aches from the piercing, chilled cold

As you rip the warm fuzz that's where you lay

This pattern -- no snow days, is getting old,

You consider to ignore this is true.

Your poor wretched car, frigid and so old

Is stuck in the driveway from ice like glue

There are feelings of hate, not glad or nice

Getting to school will without doubt crush you

And you will be hurt from the black, black ice

But school goes on, even when it’s not nice

A fresh, new slate

Comes with the new year.

It’s clean -- new memories to create,

And you can be nice and safe in here

But, you can’t always stay indoors.

The wind can whip and steer,

The days darker longer, more and more,

The cold cuts deep, not a single pure sound.

There are times when family walks in the door

And you feel your happiness is found,

But also days you must venture out to school

In the loud, cold wind with even frozen ground.

The bleakness can seem like a frightening ghoul,

A new beginning, a Christmas carol, turn you into a fool.  

Blog Post 9

Pop Sonnet

Closer by the Chainsmokers feat. Halsey

Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you

I drink too much and that's an issue

But I'm OK

Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them

But I hope I never see them

Again

I know it breaks your heart

Moved to the city in a broke-down car

And four years, no calls

Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar

And I, I, I, I, I can't stop

No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop

So, baby, pull me closer

In the back seat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

Pull the sheets right off the corner

Of that mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

You look as good as the day I met you

I forget just why I left you,

I was insane

Stay and play that Blink-182 song

That we beat to death in Tucson,

OK

I know it breaks your heart

Moved to the city in a broke-down car

And four years, no call

Now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar

And I, I, I, I, I can't stop

No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop

So, baby, pull me closer

In the back seat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

Pull the sheets right off the corner

Of that mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

We ain't ever getting older

So, baby, pull me closer

In the back seat of your Rover

That I know you can't afford

Bite that tattoo on your shoulder

Pull the sheets right off the corner

Of that mattress that you stole

From your roommate back in Boulder

We ain't ever getting older

Pop Sonnet

My life was run eloquently before I met ye,

I consume spirits in excess, yet I'm fine.

Keep your neighbors far, but yourself near me

In the back of ye carriage, ye looketh divine

I have knowledge that ye carriage is over-priced

Clamp down on those colored marks on ye shoulder

And take those linens from the mattress you swiped,

All the way from your chamber mate in Boulder.

And ye looketh as awe-inspiring as the day we met,

I cannot remember for what reason I abandoned thou.

My mind was truly mad, my brain was set,

Play the romantic music while I beat thou now.

And let us go to your expensive carriage instead,

And pull me closer, like how ye said.  

Blog Post 8

Gothic Poem

Untitled

The God for which you sacrifice yourself

flares once, then dies,

smothered by your obsession.

All hope must die.

Your passion throbs no more.

How could you abandon me?

Demons surround us, crying,

sanctuary.  

Blog Post 7

Mythological Allusion PowerPoint