JDHS Creative Writing

Friday, December 9, 2011

See

I am a cold body
under cold suede

I am the heat in my nostrils
the mist in my breath
the air, cold clouds
the threat of rain
the rain
what is rained on

I am the green of the stem the reaching rose the source that reaches
the sun it reaches for
the bee that drinks
the nectar clinging
            to my own legs

I am a dark lonely sound
in the house of myself
the intruder I'm afraid to meet

I am the child afraid
of the shadow beneath the bed
the shadow dispelled by light
the light
the parent
a child in my own arms

I am not
sleek and lithe
buff or rugged
lumberjack-handed
swimmer-bodied.
no money, no stuff,
no shiny objects
             tattoos
                 war wounds
                     an Oedipal complex
                        a wish to fly

I don't smell like a summer breeze
baby's breath
Old spice
or your father

My nails aren't trim

I don't wear
anything I bought with my own
                                        money
jewels or gold, holes in my ears
or lips or eyebrows
anything unstained
or hole, or fray
or perfect fit

I don't sound
like Clint
Ja Rule
smooth as silk
harsh as sand

What I am
you can't see.

          -Martin Williams

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Summer Time

One day I looked outside and it was snowing like a blizzard and that reminded of a Blizzard from Dairy Queen and I got the idea for this fast write and went with it.

Snowy blizzard
Blizzard ice cream
Cream pie
Pie made of apple
Apple smell
Smell of Christmas
Christmas time
Time for the break
Break from school
School makes me sleepy
Sleepy days in pajamas
Pajamas made of fleece
Fleece is so warm
Warm fires
Fires made for S'mores
S'mores in the summer
Summer, I love you, come back to me!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

....Remember

Remember.
     It's like tying your shoe, you  never forget.