An imitation of Renaissance love sonnets that I wrote for a class on that exact subject. I wanted to sort of go against the worship-esque qualities that don’t quite fit in with modern society, so I wrote it from the perspective of a skeptic who’s read a lot of that type of poem. ABBAABBACDECDE scheme, fully iambic and pentametric except for the punctuating last syllables.
This poem is dedicated to Ned Vizzini, an author who graced my early high school years with novels that breached topics most wouldn’t. “Be More Chill” and “It’s Kind Of A Funny Story,” especially, were immensely important to me.
Vizzini took his own life in December of 2013 as a result of his chronic depression, and I wrote this poem to honor his memory and the impact he’s had on me, as well as to retain awareness of mental health issues and suicide, a combo that takes far too many lives every year. Vizzini’s prose was often beautiful in its imagery but not overdone, and I hoped to emulate that and to still incorporate some verse for the formal structure. Elements of his style are present, especially nearer the end of the poem; the last few lines are a direct reflection of the insane, intense, and powerful ending of “It’s Kind Of A Funny Story.”
Also, I wanted to write a poem about hot showers.Read more "Live."
An imitation of Laura Kasischke’s “Riddle,” from “Space, in Chains”Read more "“Riddle”"
A revamp of the blog after a while of not posting. No more Calvin and Hobbes (and not just because I ran out of images…I swear…) and a new age of poetry. Revisions will likely follow.
The poem (or, really, series of mini-poems) that is “Chill” was created by taking one line from the lyrics of each of the 100 songs in my “Chill” playlist, and trying to make some sort of cohesive story out of it. The source material for each line is in order in the playlist linked at the bottom.Read more "Feast of Trumpets – A New World Awaits"
This one was fun to write. For the last 46 days (starting the saturday that ended the school year), I’ve written one line before I go to bed, or immediately upon waking up if I forgot. As long as I had the half-asleep state of mind. It was fun to try to portray that tired feeling through such short lines and such informal vocabulary, without any punctuation whatsoever. Also, I didn’t do any edits whatsoever on lines that I had written in previous days, so it’s very unrefined, but I think it has to be. Enjoy.Read more "“Shut-Eye”"
I wrote this poem to explore, as part of a class assignment, the intricacies of using extremely short lines. Additionally, each stanza is composed of two tercets (groups of 3 lines), with 3-3-2 syllables, and an overall iambic metrical scheme. It was extremely difficult to make the rhyme work with so few words, but the second and third words of the first line and the last words of the second and third lines rhyme with their counterparts in the other tercet of each stanza. Lots of fun to write, but pretty hard, too.Read more "“Pillow Thoughts”"
A blank verse poem – first time I’m trying it out, as part of a class. Iambic pentameter without rhyme, structured into a poem about an alcoholic, escapist cinephile who’s resigned to the life he lives.
Possible updates/revisions to come on this one, as I love the way it’s starting out. Apologies for the ugly underlines; it seems to be the only way to get the correct indentation working.Read more "“Here I Lie”"