crisis
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The second of three poems in a final project assigned during the ELA 12 poetry unit.
Beginning stanza, quoted, belongs to "Spring Drawing 2" by Robert Hass;
So ... Where Exactly ...
Is Humanity ... " Heading " ... ?!?
Because Now It Would Seem ...
To Be A ... Global PANDEMIC ... !!!!
But Hey People Sometimes ...
Can Be Truly PATHETIC ... ?!?
I couldn’t be more sure
Of all the nostalgia I’d endure,
If I were to explore
A calf love crisis
That was so hard to cure,
How your mummy, she knew mine,
They’d been friends
You dont understand what you doin to me
Should I spell it out for you to see
Death means absolutely nothin to me
Imma keep doin what I do, it sets me free
From all the pain and humiliation in the past
(slam poem, meant to be performed out loud)
Too often, their eyes glaze over.
Mine did too, before, before I stood in front of the burning bush and begged God to reconsider.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know where I'm at.
I don't know where I'm heading,
And I don't know who I am.
The earth beneath me is spinning;
I am here and now I'm not.
Long exposure trees
and shadows
Freaky black things
Looking
Beautiful
diamonds against red and blue
green
oh, give me a home <br>where the buffalo roam <br>where the deer and the antelope play <br>where seldom may heard a discouraging word <br>and the skies are not cloudy all day <br><br>america, land of true libert
The first time was magic. The last time was tragic.He begged her just once more...But she wouldn't have it. She couldn't have it...After all that had happened,All it would bring up were lies and their habits.
You take the knife and you take the blade
You dig it in and draw some blood
But it’s time to stop, your night is made.
Listen and let the tears flood.
There’s a question I want to ask.
It’s a small question, and it’s certainly not important.
It’s petty, irrelevant.
It’s moments like these that I am aware of reality
I am mortal,
expendable.
My life is so fucking short
it’s the blink of an eye
and as I lay awake at 4am as I do tonight
I wonder
MANY WILL BE LEFT TO FACE SORROW AND GRIEF!
ALL BECAUSE OF THEIR UNBELIEF.
A TIME OF WHICH MANY HAVE FEARED,
MILLIONS OF CHRISTIANS HAVING DISAPPEARED.
IN YOUR MINDS EYE PLEASE TRY TO CAPTURE,
Stop it
I'm sorry kids
But yes,
There's no afterlife
And we will die
You wonder why
I did this
Melted ice caps and
Starved kids
As if
Because I know
I can tell you
I’m afraid I don’t have a firm enough grasp on time and how I’m supposed to inte
How do I mourn the death of
four Americans, one child when death is
everywhere - else.
I can crumble into shards of myself crying
over the death of my Uncle Jimmy,
it’s personal to me.
Too many variables Too many scariables
Too many choices I could make
Too many paths that I could take
Hello, my name is
"Chinese"
"Japanese"
"Dirty knees"
"Look at these"
"Criss cross"
"Apple sauce"
"Do me a favor and get lost"
So what if this is the end?
What if this is goodbye?
What if fire starts to ravagely roar from the sky?
This is it for our memories we've made in our lives.
So stop thinking about the future, and listen to me now.
Mind whirling
Hands shaking
Not knowing what to do
Being utterly unable to push through
Seeing my goal slip past my hand
All my confidence slips by like sand
What do I do now?
