Aaaah, Life.I need to find my motivation,Aaaah, Life.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Some outstanding source of inspiration.
Something to ignite my inner fire,
Something to guide my heart's desires.
Should it be a symbol, a sign, a light at the end,
An angel, a saint, a protector by my head.
Positivity only goes so far these days,
I can't find my way in this cluttered maze.
I need fuel to feed my aspirations,
And strength to overcome my exasperations.
Only time and labor will pull me through,
Until these clouded skies turn bright blue.
You can throw me any, every, and all cliches,
But nothing's easier despite what you say.
Life doesn't stop for those who wait, right?
So I'm always ready and prepared to fight.
Yet no matter how ready and prepared I am
Life comes at me with a fucking battering ram.
Math and PoetryShe used to tell meMath and Poetry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of math and poetry
by the length of her arm
and rhythm of her heart
condensing verse and fraction
with form following the function
of communist theories
and greek philosophies.
she beat out aesthetics
with a perfect symmetry.
because no one understands
the relationship between
seafoam and shoreline
the way she does
[swimming in saltwater sorrows]
reimagining time in an hourglass,
she shot up infinities with a glance
and left me moondrunk in the night.
she emits sparks throughout my system
breaking and entering--
my kingdom under siege.
her name was an amalgam of numbers
1.61803399 . . . .
and I loved her by design.
Tomo and Mayu: A Short StoryMayu Matsuda was a first year in high school when she finally got to go to the same school as her beloved cousin, Tomo Higurashi.Tomo and Mayu: A Short Story6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mayu was loud and confident but at the same time she was a quiet book worm. She loved to stand out half the time and the other half she kept her eyes down and made sure not to offend anyone. She had long brown hair and olive green eyes.
Tomo was slightly different from Mayu. Tomo loved to read and write, just like Mayu, but Tomo was much quieter and was loud only when she was with people she knew very well. She was a talented poet and a very strong hearted person who would do anything to save the people she loved. She had semi-long, deep chocolate brown hair and blue eyes.
The two were closer than most people got. The thing they loved to do the most together was going out into town and picking a random bench to sit upon. When they did, theyd hold hands and sing the lullaby that went down the generations of their family. More than anything, thats