two poems (of very different natures)
I picked up the second of two poetry compilations I've written, this one unfinished, and paged through it last night. I found some very old, very classic, bad poems and a few things that made me think, "Not bad..." It's a shame the most recent thing I've really written was Spring term Freshman year. Though taking that Poetry class did milk some good work out of me. I can feel the season of poetry approaching, when things go awry for strange reasons and only verse can make sense of them. Here's a few from the last couple years to get me started:

I thought of
a poem
just now,
inside of you.
words that
breathe and
build and
break and
spin
away,
alone,
alive.
greater than the
flesh and
blood of
you and I
greater than the
immortal muse.
but
one little
kiss and...
oops!
__there
____it
_____goes.

**That's just one I wrote for class about how easy it is to think of something striking and poetic, to have it in your head in perfect form for one instant and then find that it's slipped away while you weren't looking.


Being here or 306
Waking at 4:30 to hear your breathing
I am not alone here,
this cubbyhole skinks of girl
and CK one.
I hate that shit.
Did I mention how many times
I thought I'd rather die than be stuck
here, living with you?
I won't know you, like the others,
long enough to make you mine.
Your stuff is just stuff,
but it's in my way,
your sickly scent in my territory.
You sleep from two to seven,
so I can't even dream.
You dress to hide yourself from me,
but I see. I see the small breasts
they taught you to hide.
I see your fear.
You call it anger, blame me for this
dorm room disfunction.
Well, fuck you too.
Someday I'll have something to call my own
Someplace to play my songs and
sleep naked with the windows open
with no one to force me to make amends.
But for now,
I live witth snoring and conflict
and compromise my space.
I suffer to bear waking at 4:30
to hear your breathing
and find it, only this time,
comforting.

**That one's about my third roomate in the dorms, Yasumi. A Japanese exchange student who'd never roomed with anyone before, she was a bit of an anal-retentive bitch and, not to mention, an unaskedfor surprise. Needless to say, we were tooth and claw until I got rid of her a few weeks into spring term. Stupid dorms. Never again.