Found Poem

Inevitable Darkness

My daughters trailed softly into time's stretch
through the rioting prayer to death.
My sigh answered the quiet rumbling.
It's out of my savage hands.
I push through the darkened core 
out into the light. 

"The extraordinary is in what we do, not who we are."

The Process of Revising

When you first begin writing something, it's important that you just get all of your thoughts our on paper; try not to edit anything or worry about grammar.  As you go through the process of revising you can take things out, add new thoughts in, and fix any spelling or grammar errors.  As writers we sometimes become attached to what we've created, so it's important to remember to have an open mind.  As you're revising, take time in between each revision so that when you come back it's easier to see anything that might not fit.

Two In One: Final Draft

There’s a voice inside my head.  It’s distracting me and causing me to lose my train of thought.  Inside my body there are now two beings where there is only room for one. I stop and listen, and as I listen the voice becomes clearer. My heart beats faster and I freeze, not wanting to think a wrong thought and have her dislike me.  I’ve admired Jennifer ever since I saw her in the First Hunger Games movie. Before I can stop myself, I gush out my compliments and admiration. Then I realize exactly what has happened.

            This is strange.  She agrees.  This doesn’t make any sense, this shouldn’t be possible.  It must be a dream. We both shrug mentally and agree that’s the only logical explanation.   As I walk through the school she comments on how nice it is to be invisible for once. Ouch. So I’m invisible am I?  I hear her laugh echo in my head.  She didn’t mean it like that.  Being constantly bombarded by paparazzi and screaming fans can cause you to forget what it was like to live as a regular person.  She comments on how our hallways look like the inside of a bathroom. I laugh and voice my agreement.  Whoops, I just laughed out loud walking by myself down the hall.  This makes her laugh even harder.  Entering my next class a boy rams into my shoulder and I fall back and hit the edge of the door frame.  Jennifer shouts a curse at the boy.  I wince and prepare for the boy to turn around and beat me up.  Then I remember that I’m the only one that can hear her and I relax.  She wonders how I can just sit back and do nothing.  I tell her it’s better to just forget and move on than to cause more trouble.  Well, I would make him pay for it, she says.  I smile, I don’t doubt it. 

 

Two In One: Third Revision

There’s a voice inside my head.  It’s distracting me and causing me to lose my train of thought.  Inside my body there are now two beings where there is only room for one. I stop and listen, and as I listen the voice becomes clearer. My heart beats faster and I freeze, not wanting to think a wrong thought and have her dislike me.  I’ve admired Jennifer Lawrence ever since I saw her in the First Hunger Games movie. Before I can stop myself, I gush out my compliments and admiration before realizing exactly what has happened.

            This is strange.  She agrees.  This doesn’t make any sense, this shouldn’t be possible.  It must be a dream. We both shrug mentally and agree that’s the only logical explanation.   As I walk through the school she comments on how nice it is to be invisible for once. Ouch. So I’m invisible am I?  I hear her laugh echo in my head.  She didn’t mean it like that.  Being constantly bombarded by paparazzi and screaming fans can cause you to forget what it was like to live as a regular person.  She comments on how our hallways look like the inside of a bathroom. I laugh and voice my agreement.  Whoops, I just laughed out loud walking by myself down the hall.  This makes her laugh even harder.  Entering my next class a boy rams into my shoulder and I fall back and hit the edge of the door frame.  Jennifer shouts a curse at the boy.  I wince and prepare for the boy to turn around and beat me up.  Then I remember that I’m the only one that can hear her and I relax.  She wonders how I can just sit back and do nothing.  I tell her it’s better to just forget and move on than to cause more trouble.  Well, I would make him pay for it, she says.  I smile, I don’t doubt it. 

Two In One: Second Revision

There’s a voice inside my head.  Distracting me and causing me to lose my train of thought.  Inside my body there are now two beings where there is only room for one. I stop and listen, and as I listen the voice becomes clearer. My heart beats faster and I freeze, not wanting to think a wrong thought and have her not like me.  I’ve admired Jennifer Lawrence ever since I saw her in the First Hunger Games movie. Before I can stop myself, I gush out my compliments and admiration before realizing exactly what has happened.

            This is strange.  She agrees.  This doesn’t make any sense, this shouldn’t be possible.  It must be a dream. We both shrug mentally and agree that’s the only logical explanation.   As I walk through the school she comments on how nice it is to be invisible for once. Ouch. So I’m invisible am I?  I hear her laugh echo in my head.  She didn’t mean it like that.  Being constantly bombarded by paparazzi and screaming fans can cause you to forget what it was like to live as a regular person.  She comments on how our hallways look like the inside of a bathroom. I laugh and voice my agreement.  Crap, I just laughed out loud walking by myself down the hall.  This makes her laugh even harder.  Entering my next class a boy rams into my shoulder and I fall back and hit the wall.  Jennifer shouts a curse at the boy.  I wince and prepare for the boy to turn around and beat me up.  Then I remember that I’m the only one that can hear her and I relax.  She wonders how I can just sit back and do nothing.  I tell her it’s better to just forget and move on than to cause more trouble.  Well, I would make him pay for it, she says.  I smile, I don’t doubt it. 

Two In One: First Revision

There’s a voice inside my head.  Distracting me and causing me to lose my train of thought.  Inside my body there are now two beings where there is only room for one. I stop and listen, and as I listen the voice becomes clearer. My heart beats faster and I freeze, not wanting to think a wrong thought and have her not like me.  I’ve admired Jennifer Lawrence ever since I saw her in the First Hunger Games movie. Before I can stop myself, I gush out my compliments and admiration before realizing exactly what has happened.

This is strange.  She agrees.  This doesn’t make any sense, this shouldn’t be possible.  I know, it must be a dream.  As I walk around the school she comments on how nice it is to feel invisible for once. Ouch. So I’m invisible am I?  I hear her laugh echo in my head.  She didn’t mean it like that.  Being constantly bombarded by paparazzi and screaming fans can cause you to forget what it was like to live as a regular person.  She comments on how our hallways look like the inside of a bathroom. I laugh and tell her I agree.  Crap, I just laughed out loud walking by myself down the hall.  I look crazy.  This makes her laugh even harder.  Entering my next class a boy rams into my shoulder and I fall back and hit the wall.  Jennifer shouts a curse at the boy.  I wince and prepare for the boy to turn around and beat me up.  Then I remember that I’m the only one that can hear her and I relax.  She wonders how I can just put up with that and do nothing.  I tell her it’s better to just forget and move on than to cause more trouble.  Well, I would make him pay for it, she says.  I smile, I don’t doubt it.  

 

Two In One: Rough Draft

As I am trying to type, there’s a voice inside my head.  Distracting me and causing me to lose my train of thought.  Inside my body there are now two beings when there is only room for one. Wait, the voice, I know that voice!  Oh. My. Gosh.  I just watched your movie yesterday, it’s Jennifer Lawrence! I gush out my compliments and admiration before realizing exactly what has happened. Well this is strange.  She agrees.  This doesn’t make any sense, this shouldn’t be possible.  I know, it must be a dream.  As I walk around the school she comments on how nice it is to feel invisible for once. Ouch. So I’m invisible am I?  I hear her laugh echo in my head.  She didn’t mean it like that.  She’s constantly be bombarded by paparazzi and screaming fans, she forgets what it was like to just be a regular person.  She comments on how our hallways look like the inside of a bathroom. I laugh and tell her I agree.  Crap, I just laughed out loud walking by myself down the hall.  I look crazy.  This makes her laugh even harder.  Entering my next class a boy rams into my shoulder and I fall back and hit the wall.  Jennifer shouts a curse at the boy.  I wince and prepare for the boy to turn around and beat me up.  Then I remember that I’m the only one that can hear her and I relax.  She wonders how I can just put up with that and do nothing.  I tell her it’s better to just forget and move on than to cause more trouble.  Well, I would make him pay for it, she says.  I smile, I don’t doubt it.

 

Masks

I look back at you with empty eyes

No emotion can be read from my face.

Who am I? No one knows.

I can be whoever you want me to be.

Faces twirl around me in an array of colors

Changing, blending, and disappearing.

We all wear masks, we all disguise our true selves.

For the good of ourselves and for the good of others we wear these masks.

They are our protection; they make up who we are.

Sometimes we are mysterious, sometimes we are witty.

And sometimes…we take off our masks.

It is a rare thing though,

We only reveal ourselves to those dearest to us.

And as soon as we are surrounded by the world,

We put our masks back on.

We deceive, trick, and lure people into our trap.

We all wear masks, we must. 

The Depth of Perdition

I enter the void, feeling empty and lost.

Before me a trail of blood guides the way.

To return home, what would be the cost?

Beyond me, there is no sun and no sky.

Faceless shadows urge us onward.

In my heart, I say a silent goodbye.

We pass under a gate made of bones,

My eyes sting at the smell,

And my body cringes at the sound of a thousand moans.

The shadows take away the liars,

Forcing them to wander in a never-ending maze.

Those who failed to seek the truth will be lost forever, true to their desires.

The thieves and the envious leave us,

They will live surrounded by water that will never quench their thirst.

In life as in death, they will always desire what they can’t possess.

We descend further into the unknown,

Pests climb all over our feet,

Biting and causing us to slip on our blood against the stone.

The adulterers are taken next,

Doomed to live in a garden where the food does not fill.

Never being satisfied will be there vex.

Subsequently we watch the hypocrites go,

Their bodies become twisted together so that two beings turn into one.

They will be two-faced forever in the below.

With each departure we tumble down further into the abyss,

It becomes harder to see and harder to breathe.

I remember my family whom I will forever miss.

The betrayers now say their goodbyes,

They will live forever alone in a deserted city,

Since they chose to abandon their allies.

Next the cowards are pushed away,

Locked up and isolated, given protection just as they wished.

Neither predators nor prey.

We stagger our way down to our final destination.

This will be my end, yet it will be my forever.

I would take back everything for salvation.

First I see those who chose to take their own life.

Their condemnation is torture by fire, but never dying.

If they would’ve known this to be their fate, they never would’ve drawn the knife.

Then I see the murderers in their despair,

They are forced to kill for eternity.

But those they are killing are those for whom they care.

The cries for mercy and wails of agony burn my ears,

My eyes sting from blood and sweat.

Everything I see is the embodiment of all my fears.

I turn around, looking for a place to flee,

Far away from my murderous self.

I return to see my mother standing in front of me.

The Rose

She is an artificial rose.
Looks pleasant but is false.
Like a chameleon she shifts
hiding her true colors to be planted in a certain pot.

There were once flowers who believed she was like them.
They gave her sunlight and a place to blossom and grow tall.
 But soon the fake rose noticed another rosebush she liked best
She uprooted and looked back and was surprised at what she saw. 
The home she had abandoned had grown taller than them all. 

Locked Up

I guard my heart inside a stone wall.
Cupid's arrows have bounced off the barrier
as hopefuls tried to reach me unsuccessfully.

As time passed they learned it was useless.
Soon my gates were abandoned
and I felt success.

But being so heavily armored can
sometimes make you feel even more empty.
So I dropped my shield and winced
as it clattered to the ground.

No one else seemed to hear it.
I worked hard to chip away the stone that surrounded me,
but still no one wanted to enter.
I retreated back into my stronghold and picked up my shield,
locked the door, and threw away the key.