Almost forgot! Here’s a slightly edited version of all of the poetry that I pumped out this semester. I’ve entitled the collection The Lies We Believe. Enjoy.
Posts Tagged 'poetry'
Take one part energy drink, one part Lovecraft, one part eclectic collection of music, one part Monster a-Go-Go, one part deadline. Combine; shake well. You end up with something that technically fulfills the requirements for my ‘poetry with a visual element’ assignment. It’s called In the Not-Too-Distant Future, Somewhere in Time and Space. You’re welcome to take a look. I really hope the wall of text in it still makes sense when I’m back on a normal sleep schedule.
Tags: Lagos, love, Nigeria, poetry, prince
I’ve worried for a while now that I’m simply not crazy enough to be a good artist. Hemingway killed himself, Dickenson was a recluse, even Jerry Holkins is on antidepressants. I’m in a happy relationship and not suicidal, so I’ve worried that I don’t have what it takes to put out some art. Today, though, I feel better. I may not be suicidal, but I am crazy, for I have written a poem from the point of view of a Nigerian prince falling in love. And I honestly think it has potential.
It’s called Happenings in a Bar in Lagos, and you can click the title to read it on the Scribd. I don’t think it’s finished yet, but I feel like with the right word choice and audible considerations it really could be beautiful. We’ll see how much effort I can make myself put into it. In the meantime, enjoy it for what it is.
Tags: Actual Air, David Berman, poetry
As I lamented a little bit ago, I’ve really got to stop writing poetry about my girlfriend. At least this one isn’t sad or lovey, it’s more of a ‘let’s go do cool stuff’ poem. It’s named The Happiest Days of Our Lives after the Pink Floyd song best known as the bit before Another Brick in the Wall Pt. 2.
Much of the material came from a ‘quiz’ in which we’d get a line of poetry from Actual Air by David Berman such as what’s more radical, the snow or the tires,/ and what does the Bible say about metal fatigue/and why do mothers carry big scratched-up sunglasses/ in their purses? followed by something like “Ask three more questions that go along with these:” Truth be told, I think I came up with a bunch of good lines this way, and some of them are reflected in the poem.
The other contribution is another poem, one that when I wrote it, I was terrified of showing anyone. However, Courtney likes it, and my professor (who I turned it in to because he doesn’t know me) liked it, and I’m such a compliment whore that I may submit it to the Edgewood Review. So what the hell, I’ll throw it up here. It’s tentatively titled Home and anyone that knows me IRL and doesn’t want uncomfortably personal thoughts revealed probably shouldn’t read it. Especially if you are or live with my dad. Some people need Not-Safe-For-Work warnings, I need Non-Fiction ones.
That’s all for now. I’ma get some sleep.
Tags: poem, poetry, streetlights
This is the first poem I’ve written since my senior year of high school. Those, too, were assignments. This is written somewhat in advance for my Poetry Writing class.
I can’t tell if it’s subconsciously intentional or not that my first poem – a format I’m nervous about writing – mimics in style my most successful short story.
In any case, the following is presented in extremely rough status. I welcome feedback, and already know it needs more colorful language. Presenting
Tags: D&D, Dungeons and Dragons, poetry
I’ve never lived on my own before. Even living on campus, there was always an odd kind of handholding – intended or no, I didn’t feel alone. Now, even though I have apartment-mates (though my own room, thank God), I feel much more independant.
I haven’t been in a writing mood lately, with all the stuff I’ve had to do, and much of my creativity at the moment has been funneled toward the D&D campaign that I am now running. I’m starting from scratch with this one, so it’s been tough generating a town, an antagonist, everything required to create a world. I’m still not done and I know I’ve put hours in. I don’t want to spend money on supplements, but I fear it may be necessary.
Finally, I’ve taken a poetry writing class this semester, so those items, along with whatever else I write (besides, like, actual papers) will be posted here. I promise nothing in terms of quality, however.