Take Flight

And I will breathe life into these
The ones that did not exist
Previously in mind
Capture by the ever present
Above all be all
That rapture the souls
Of the corner half
Recesses of my mind
Taking of that which was not once theirs
But their own breath
That belong to them but did not belong
That held fast writhing the motions
But crash within the times
And I will breathe life into them
The parts of me that were not me
But yet you
And do not now belong
To me nor you
But yet me and you
But to above the skies and below the ground
Surrender to the pounding sounds
Of hooves in midnights wake
Which was only my voice
Taking shape
---------------
And behind in my wake
Your short breathe intake
Gasping
Grasping
At the flesh of the throat of hope
Clinging to the vast memories of the flight
I clasp tightly onto your hand
Reaching within into your soul
The wind hikes up
My wings spread reborn
No longer torn with the scorn of a million happy sons
No daughters of suns
Your like a ton weight
But I can help you
Because it's like helping myself

A Tale of Maybe whose Its

There is a point in time
Where we seek inside ourselves
Pulling out the inner fabrics of our souls
And naming it Ourselves

There is a place in time we are alone
BONE BREAKINGLY ALONE
With people we know but they know not us
But we fool them and ourselves to believe they are

There is a moment in time
In which we become nothing
From something
We are pulled from the security we've known
For ourselves into nowhere
And break into the world and ARE
something before we're NOTHING again

There is a person in time
Who will come to know us MORE than WE have KNOWN ourselves
And we'll call them many things like
Lover
Bestie
Brother
Sister
Husband
Or wife
These are the aspects of
A tale of Maybe whose it's
-
A Tale
A Blanket
A Soul
Is what it has been
Called over time

Maybe whose it's
Is you
Me
That person sitting next to you (yes you, not you)
Your lover
Your Mother
And your enemies savior
-
She told Me a long time ago
Her story pulled of air
Fabricated with wishes and thoughts
And DREAMS AND THINGS I HAVE
NOT FELT BEFORE
-
Her story begins where sweet babies ended
For those of you in the NUA (yes you)
Seeing her baby turn into whispers
Of vapor and black
She grew the world in her back pocket
And began to fly
Like the Jim ME in hen Drix
Took off like a rocket
May B. Who's Is It
Soared
She went to places YOU
With shallow dreams (not you, You in the coffee cup)
Could never fathom
And sent them to me
In a blanket
-
A Blanket
A Quilt
A Tale
A story
Is what she sent

A patch for tears
Her fears
Stitched together
Withe the very Essence of her own being
She'd given me her Life
To show me a Blanket
A blanket I needed for the dark cold nights I called Life
I loved her.
She Loved me.
The love formed from
A story fabricated of dreams
She was ME.
-
You think you KNOW life?
Well let me tell you liked
May B. showed me
YOU know NOTHING of life
YOU KNOW NOTHING OF ME
and I DON'T KNOW YOU
we know not ourselves
Until we stitch in ALL our PATHCES
Tell ME you LOVE me
Tell ME you HATE me
GOD DAMN IT tell me something
Because I know nothing
But I LOVE you
And you
and all of you
Like I have never loved before
So tell me
And May B.
Will BE me once more

feelings

one..he told me he loved me
two..i do believe him
three..i think i trust him
four..I'm starting to get feelings
five.. now I'm getting scared
six..please don hurt me
seven.. I'm breaking to pieces
eight.. our love is passion
nine.. is this going to get serious
ten.. i don't want this to end

FIREWORKS >_

You hate me and I hate you,
And we are so polite we two!

But when ever I see you, I burst
apart, and scatter the sky with my
blazing heart. It spits and sparkles
in stars and balls, buds into roses-
and flares, and falls.

Scarlet buttons, and pale green
disks, silver spirals ans
asterisks, shoot and tremble
in a mist peppered with
mauve and amethyst.

I shine in the windows and light
up the trees, and all because I
hate you, If you please.

And when you meet me, you rend
a sunder and go up in a flaming
wonder of saffron cubes,and
crimson moons, and wheels all
amaranths and maroons,
Golden lozenges and spades,
arrows of malachite's and jades,
as you mount, you flash in
the glossy leaves.

Such fireworks as we make,
we two! Because you hate me
and I hate you.

What's your Initiative?

Dreams devoured and pleasure very few,
The nights have grown dark and split into two.
Carelessness will now take over my soul,
But I want this to be, you and I in twined.
No regrets, hate or disbelief just pride
It's time for love and sacrifice to meet.
I never really knew that we could be.
My level of selfishness has surpassed
I compensate with less value and more
Feeling, emotions have disciplined I
I will embrace the bones of wretchedness,
I have this feeling of worry and play.
A long lasting feeling in which paranoia has conquered me
My ideas roam restless, in my shape less mind
Causing me to stay transfixed and completely vexed
I am a liar, I am kniieving
I no longer desire, or feel care.

Deeper then Deep

Mystical creature under water, who loves without regret!
speak to me, and help me to understand.
I want you and only you!
Not the friendly gypsy, who roams freely,
through the deep dark mellow forest,
beneath the moon and stars, and winds up counting
sheep in another bed.
Mystical creature come back to me!
hold
my
hand
above..
Above the water, for I can't breathe underneath.
There's to much pressure to please you, and yet
still,
care
for myself.
Comeback to me and lets live above,
will you do that for me?

My first Rock Theater (concert) experience

The room is small
Like a small square in the fabric of time that is my life
Pink earplugs are being passed out
I put them in a solemn look glued to my face
I am a teenager insooth but I still have not seen a "concert"
The band plays and they sound like myspace
The garage of their bad accents floating into melodical English bells
The singer is putting on her face
and soon enough makes her big entrance
and my solemnity sits on me no longer
my childish shadow drops
I am now engulfed
This is the best thing ever
I want to hug the bang
I want to hug and talk to the singers
I love this feeling
of being a concert goer

A Poem for the Poets by W.B. Yeats

Here's an excerpt from "song of the happy shepherd" by WB Yeats. It's just been running around in my head lately, especially this part. You can read the full poem here.


Where are now the warring kings?
An idle word is now their glory,
By the stammering schoolboy said,
Reading some entangled story:
The kings of the old time are dead;
The wandering earth herself may be
Only a sudden flaming word,
In clanging space a moment heard,
Troubling the endless reverie.

Then nowise worship dusty deeds,
Nor seek, for this is also sooth,
To hunger fiercely after truth,
Lest all thy toiling only breeds
New dreams, new dreams: there is no truth
Saving in thine own heart. Seek, then,
No learning from the starry men,
Who follow with the optic glass
The whirling ways of stars that pass —
Seek, then, for this is also sooth,
No word of theirs — the cold star-bane
Has cloven and rent their hearts in twain,
And dead is all their human truth.
Go gather by the humming sea
Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell,
And to its lips thy story tell,
And they thy comforters will be,
Rewarding in melodious guile
Thy fretful words a little while,
Till they shall singing fade in ruth
And die a pearly brotherhood;
For words alone are certain good:
Sing, then, for this is also sooth.

Oh and "sooth" is an archaic word (and was archaic in Yeats' day as well) which means something like "true, soft or sweet."

piece by Piece

Clenched words in between clenched teeth;
amiable face, ohh beautiful eyes...
I
think
we've
met
before!
Have we?
No..
but that shouldn't stop us..
from finishing what we started.
clenched words in between clenched teeth.
amiable face, with beautiful eyes..
dark, dark hair, darker than the midnight skies.
beauty doesn't make up for what I have to say...
We've met before but..
That shouldn't stop us.

No Title

It's as though my life is splitting into pieces...
My life is deteriorating..
My heart is flushed, to the point where..
I no longer exist..
I no longer can feel, I no longer can touch.
My muscles ache, and my body yearns for yours to
be close again..
I can't wait for your lips to be burning mine..
I can't wait to see what's on your mind..
I can't wait until the day..

I can't wait until you realize that I've grown..
I can't wait to see your face..
I can't wait for us to be..
I can't wait until I see.
I can't wait..
I can't wait..
I can't wait to the point where I can.

...the aim coversation

...
what?
...
Are you there?
...
I'm signing off!
...
seriously, stop!
...
Are you there, this isn't funny!
...
Hellooooooo?
...
Earth to central base, roger are you there?
...
WHAT THE HECK!?!
...
you know what? forget it!
(Ilikepies has just signed off)
Hey, sorry about that, my sister was...
(ilikecookies has just signed off)

This makes no sense beware!! = )

That sin that dies and shall never be forsaken..
The heart that beats restless in my body, beside
my organs, organs clean and clear! for how can that be?!
The hour, The hour, as time will go by, my fate has turned
yellow, checks red, lips puckered and feet in desperation
to fly. what to see what to be, will the person I call God
forgive? The world is restless ready to go, ready for
that saying, waiting for the end and new begining, that has
been craved from the start, and pushed to the side for ones
selfishness.

o00ranges!! = } who am I?

WHO AM I?
I am a person in hiding! hiding her fear and sorrows
I am a sister hiding her feelings
I am a daughter acting a fool
I am a friend with no friends
I am a student who tries to hard
I am the person sitting next to you
Do you care?
I am a person in hiding, hiding her fear and sorrows.
I am the person falling deep into a hole, coiled up and
hanging like a thread, hanging and just waiting too..
DROP!
Drop, deep and climb back up and want everything
to be how it used to be, back to where I used to be happy,
Back to where I didn't worry so much, back to knowing how to feel,
Back to knowing how to care..
Back to being me..
+ } = P"

A Sonnet for Today

Chris wrote a sonnet the other day and got me thinking about the rules for what is and is not a sonnet, and how they might be broken, bent, or otherwise reinvented. This is a sonnet by Ted Berrigan, which aside from being 12 lines long has little in common with the Shakespearean model. Berrigan was actually born in our very own Providence, and later became associated with the New York School of poetry. Here's the Wikipedia article on him if you'd like to know more.

SONNET 34

Time flies by like a great whale
And I find my hand grows stale at the throttle
Of my many faceted and fake appearance
Who bucks and spouts by detour under the sheets
Hollow portals of solid appearance
Movies are poems, a holy bible, the great mother to us
People go by in the fragrant day
Accelerate softly my blood
But blood is still blood and tall as a mountain blood
Behind me green rubber grows, feet walk
In wet water, and dusty heads grow wide
Padré, Father, or fat old man, as you will,
I am afraid to succeed, afraid to fail,
Tell me now, again, who I am

–Ted Berrigan

Here is one of the "exquisite poems" we wrote today. The technique was simple: each person (there were four of us) wrote two lines, folded the paper so that only the second line was visible, and handed it to the next person who would do the same thing. We kept going until we filled the paper. The theme was motion, although we all stuck to that pretty loosely. Most of the motion came from writing and passing the paper along as quickly as possible, since we are doing for at once. Rapid-fire writing.

They all came out pretty awesome. I think this one's my favorite.

The summers breeze going through my fingers
smelling of the new season, while it still lingers
crunching down pulling forward
swiftly without effort transporting
everyone who was in the room to Canada, where they immediately began
singing at the top of their lungs. The birds in the trees
looked up, startled. They’d never heard anything like it
like words unread or written
something you would think was probably forbidden
the squelching of boots obviously on the ground
feet creeping anxiously
forward… then stopping abruptly.
The collision sounded like rain would
if rain fell all at once
I’d live my last moments
and breathe my last few breaths
my chest heaving up and down
such a simple motion
makes everyone stop and watch
with their eyes darting back and forth.
It looked like suns colliding.
my eyes could not bear what was happening
souls evaporating into thin air,
slowly reaching higher and higher
becoming tiny invisible wisps of life.

- By Legend, Jamie, Oliver and mary

New Urban Writes Kick Off

This blog will very soon be home to a collection of poems, stories, plays and other creative works by the students of new urban arts. Anyone can post! If you'd like to learn how, email me (mary wilson at gmail dot com) or just ask me when you see me. And feel free to post non-original work too, like favorite poems, images or stories, or links to things (writing/art related) you think we should all check out. Ok great! Let the posting begin.