Poem excersizes

Random Poetic Phrase:
That young kid, the one with the spaghetti stained elmo shirt,
sitting behind the faded pane of glass in the frame.
The one who would soon become ashes of youth.
distant memories forgotten.
Like a young chick who has now grown miraculous feathers of blue, and gold
and has left the nest to flourish on his own
and to finally fly, with the rest of the birds that fill the sky.
The three phrases i used are bolded.

Random Oxymoron Generator:
Beautiful Misery
Fights lead to headaches, which lead to tears
tears become sleep and anger
those days of anger become deep depression
But finally, when you least expect it
A jolt of life is shot throughout your body
because even though you feel so dead
You've never felt more alive.

Magnetic Poetry:

Comments

Comment to Erin Greib
cdunlap said...
All of the things you described in this poem are things that sounds amazingly fun. Its pretty rockin. I like it :D

Comment to Kaila
cdunlap said...
I concur. The theme fits well. I love the perfect 10 part. It's pretty schweet. You are very good at creativly writing. Good job.

How to Live

How to live

Take long night walks with the ones you care about. Pretend like someone is chasing you and run until you cant breathe anymore. Take time to lie down and watch the stars in northern Michigan. Eat smores and talk about memories. But don’t get caught up in the bad times. Ride bikes down

A trail and race. When you get too hot, go swimming in the river. Just make sure it’s as deep as you think it is before you dive in. Walk around town and drink a sunrise slushie. Preferably sour watermelon. Go fishing with family and not even pay attention to the poles, but instead each other. Embrace the time because before you know it, life will change. Take advantage

Of the weekends and sleep in. Don’t get up until the crack of noon. Prank call a pizza place. But remember to first dial *69 beforehand. Don’t get embarrassed easily, who cares what they think. Stay up late and watch infomercials as you try not to laugh uncontrollably with the person next to you. Spend the next morning wondering why it was so funny. Kiss

A fish just once. It makes for a good picture. Go tubing in summer and the winter. In Michigan, they’re both tubing seasons. Turn off the TV and take time to take pictures. Enjoy nature in the spring, and hate it when its 95 degrees. Go to the carnival even though it’s tiny. Play guitar with some friends. Write a song and put it on Youtube. While you’re still on Youtube,

Look up anything you want, you’ll find it. Date someone. Fight when you’re bored, and make up when you’re tired of fighting. Take a dog for a walk. Make the most of your childhood, because it doesn’t ever come back. Don’t forget the past, it’s what defines you. Just remember that to live your life; you must first define it.

I am poems

My real name is Cody
Yesterday, my name was slave of sleep
Tomorrow my name will be tiring morning with a side of scorn
Secretly I know my name is friendly spirit
My name once was turtle wrangler


I feel my name should be restless square
Now, my name is earsplitting speaker
I will one day be exhausted guardian
In my dream I was flying pillow
I am me

Picture I Like

Pictures

Image #1: This picture seems like a symbol. It shows train tracks leading around a curve. you can't see where the curve is going. It makes me think of my future. I don't know where I'm going in the future. It's mysterious. I could go the way I plan, or like a broken track, I could veer off of my course into something completely unplanned. It could be something disastorous or maybe It can be good. I believe that everything happens for a reason, and this would be no exception. like the train waiting to crawl around the mysterious curve, I am eager to see whats in store. It will be better than what's happening right now. I enjoy high school, but I want to see what the world is really like. Not just from Marine City, but the real world. I am ready to move on down the tracks of life into a different direction.



Image #4: The tree is standing alone, by itself, in the middle of a field. The tree makes me think of myself at times when i feel alone. I feel like theres nobody who understands me, and what I feel. This tree is very unique looking, and different. Often times, the people who are lonely, are the most unique people. They have stories that have never been shared with others. Sometimes I feel unique, or i have a good idea. But nobody seems to listen or care. The tree in this picture is different looking, but in a good way.

Freewrite

13. The closest I've ever felt to God was at lake ann camp in Traverse City. Spending time with everyone else who is a Christian is an awesome experience. You all only have one opinion. Nobody wants to debate or refute christianity. It's a place where you feel like you belong. Everyone is nice, and loving. Even though I only spent a week there, it felt like a lifetime. I grew closer to some people in a week than some of my friends here who I've known since elementary school. It was one of the best weeks of my life.

I remember the time I spent with friends in middle school. I remember being at recess playing football. I remember the time my dad spent at work, always being gone for weeks at a time. I remember always having a babysitter. My mom worked night shifts and slept in the day and my dad was a truck driver going back and forth from california every week. I remember Halloween when i was a kid. It was awesome. I would go to school and eat candy and walk around in my halloween costume. I miss the simplicity of being a kid. I didn't have to worry about school, friends, college, having money, or anything harmful. I just lived for the moment. I wish i could go back to that state of mind.