I didn’t write as much poetry as I wanted to this month, as the majority of my time was spent applying (and interviewing) for jobs abroad. However, I plan on creating more in June, since they’ve proven to be a great way for me to get things off of my chest, whether those “things” are happy, sad, scary, or anything in between. Please enjoy two poems that I wrote during the lovely month of May:
Self-Critique at 3:00am Lying stick-straight and rigid In a springy creaky bed, Echoed breath preserves my life, But my mind wants me dead. I’m shown lack of worth Through gruesome ghastly scenes, Bitter like prickled pickles Sour like tangy tangerines. They swirl through my vision Taunting tastes of a timeline That could happen if I choose; “Potential” is a haunting chime. I push and push away This raging, paining jest As I force myself to sleep, Though it’s hours ‘fore I rest. Then my thoughts fade to dark, And like the saying’s sung: The battle may be over, But the war’s just begun. --B.A.
I’m not usually a fan of traditional rhyme schemes; I prefer writing in a more erratic, or train-of-thought kind of way. However, I think it’s good to be at least somewhat experienced in a variety of poetry styles, so I decided to try it out with this one. I think I did pretty well, and I threw in a lot of onomatopoeia and alliteration as well–things that I try to incorporate in most, if not all, of my poetry.
The Act, Ver. 1 I stand aghast in an arena Mouth agape and anguishing Attempting to say anything While the audience Blathers away like beetles and bumblebees Buzzing in anticipation of the Ballyhooed performance --B.A.
This one was mostly based around the fact that my mind seems to have tons of separate thoughts happening at the same time, and sometimes it’s hard for me to focus on one specifically or even just quiet the chatter that’s happening in my brain. I don’t know if I really like this one, but I figured I’d share it anyway.