Tomorrow (A Poem for the End of 2012)

It’s just another day

Rocks aren’t falling from space

The sun hasn't flared up

The saucers haven’t come

Nobody’s been enslaved,

Or turned to ash

Or been raptured.

The world is still turning

It’s just another day.

The world isn’t burning

No great winds are blowing

Fire hasn't exploded from the ground

No floodgates opened up

The world is still turning

It’s just another day

No stampede of zombies

No diseases floating in the air

No waves or quakes have come

The world is still turning

It’s just another day

The world is still floating

The world is still turning

We’re still walking.

It’s just another day

The end of the world comes

Only every Monday.

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I just wrote this this morning because we all know the world isn't ending today.

Torrent

Hey folks,

Well, I just wrapped my second-to-last semester of my college life.  Remember the Yōkai Capstone Project I told you about?  I've decided to make it one of my New Year Resolutions to start uploading my work, from my Capstone Project and any future Yokai I invent.


In the meantime, here's a poem I wrote as part of my Creative Writing course.  Enjoy!

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Torrent

Pouring

The only towel I have is my blanket

The campout had been disturbed

in the middle of the night

I try my best to ignore

The rain isn’t just pouring,

it is roaring. 

Roaring

as if my ears are right next to a waterfall

I can hear the rain pounding,

Pounding

on our tent like a madman at the front door

An immediate evacuation,

we emerge from our tents like molting cicadas

Meeting crying clouds

we begin to run

to the bus lit like the Heavens

My heart is punching

my ribcage

I jog to the bus that shone

in the wet darkness

like a lighthouse in a foggy night

the sky

My ears

Explode

My muscles

Flinch

I jump. 

I run

for my life,

Dashing

to the bus

Its doors are glowing

Drying off with a blanket-towel

I take the first two seats

I place my head on the side of the window,

my ear presses to the glass. 

The rain can’t hurt me anymore.

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Hope you like it!

Senior Year Update

Hey folks, 

Sorry about the lack of updates.  The truth is, I'm in the middle of working on my Capstone Project, which is split into two parts:

1) Poems from the perspective of Japanese Yokai
2) Inventing my own Yokai.

I do plan to update this blog with Capstone poems once I've gone through the proper revisions, so It'll probably be around late November / early December when I start uploading them here, and I'll give an explanation of what I'm doing once the proper dates roll around.

In the meantime, have a Haiku!!

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I dodged a bullet

piercing the winds of winter

the bird was relieved

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'Till next time!

A Companion to Shakespeare's 18th Sonnet

Should I compare thee to a summer’s day,

I feel one in spring would take great offense.

I dream of you as I see flowers sway,

for you bring the color to my heart dense

For one in autumn, I think of the leaves;

your hair like those red and eyes like those gold

and your golden face, O my heart it thieves

as my eyes meet yours in foliage cold

As one in winter comes, I think of snow

like your skin so white and pure but so warm

since I reach for you like fire in glow

as our lips embrace in the reaping storm

Do not discount summer; our love is vernal

With this in four, our love be eternal



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I wrote this sonnet during the summer after reading Shakespeare's 18th sonnet (Shall I compare thee to a summer's day. . . )

First Publication!!!

http://www.baristanet.com/2012/09/the-bells-remember-a-poem-for-911/

The Bells Remember (9/11)

The bells are ringing differently today

There is no mirth in their chime

I can hear the bells ringing today.

Ringing,

ringing so

The bells are weeping

just like they did before

They ring for the saved

They ring for the lost

They ring for the mourning

They ring for the fighters

They ring for the heroes

They ring through fires

They ring through horrors

They ring through darkness

They ring through pain

They ring through sorrow

They ring for sunshine

They ring for growth

They ring for promise

They ring for better

They ring for new days

The bells never stop ringing

The bells never stop ringing

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I wrote this poem just late night for the anniversary of September 11th, 2001.