writing
I'll be sad next year when I won't be taking an English class. I read through all of my year's work today looking for things for the I Know Some Things class book, and I realized that my year has been unintentionally documented - through creative responses to class readings. It's lovely. I collected these too.
Poems
She creates loneliness and she is loneliness
She creates loneliness and she is loneliness.
Sun high and low and nowhere at all, she is there, chained to herself.
Surrounded, she is loneliest of all.
She cried and I loved her
she looked beautiful with water glowing on her face
moving an inch a minute
time at its slowest, my heart at its fullest
I love her when she’s honest.
When she cries, the tears fall,
invisible.
“The world asks us a lot of questions, doesn’t it?”
The world asked me what I wanted, and I had no part of it.
The world asked me what I knew, and I could say nothing.
I was asked to make the rules, and I refused.
The world asked me to be consistant, and I recoiled.
The world asked me to come to conclusions, and I became confused.
I asked, what have I become?
I heard no answer.
I asked the world, what will I become?
And I heard chaos.
I asked the world, what do you know?
The world answered, EVERYTHING.
Why won’t you tell me?
The world said, you must answer your own questions.
You know nothing of yourself.
Poems
She creates loneliness and she is loneliness
She creates loneliness and she is loneliness.
Sun high and low and nowhere at all, she is there, chained to herself.
Surrounded, she is loneliest of all.
She cried and I loved her
she looked beautiful with water glowing on her face
moving an inch a minute
time at its slowest, my heart at its fullest
I love her when she’s honest.
When she cries, the tears fall,
invisible.
“The world asks us a lot of questions, doesn’t it?”
The world asked me what I wanted, and I had no part of it.
The world asked me what I knew, and I could say nothing.
I was asked to make the rules, and I refused.
The world asked me to be consistant, and I recoiled.
The world asked me to come to conclusions, and I became confused.
I asked, what have I become?
I heard no answer.
I asked the world, what will I become?
And I heard chaos.
I asked the world, what do you know?
The world answered, EVERYTHING.
Why won’t you tell me?
The world said, you must answer your own questions.
You know nothing of yourself.