Lines to the Middle of Nowhere.

Haphazard, hasty, written and scanned. Who said a blog has to be just typed words? 

2. Stop Wait Close your eyes and remember  Burn this moment into your brain The soft touch of her lips gently grazing yours  Your heart stops for seconds at a time  A gush of pleasure and lust and love course over your nerve endings like an explosion of white hot heat and intensity.  Stop.  Wait.  Close your eyes and remember  Our last kiss.  ________________ Going through a breakup isn’t fun, it doesn’t feel good, and it’s not really something I would ever choose. Going through a break up is, however, the time that really tests you and makes you ask yourself some difficult questions. You reflect and think about your own actions and attitudes. You learn. You grow. It hurts like hell but everything beautiful and amazing is built through pain and perseverance. I’ll be okay. She will too. Maybe we will be better for each other, maybe we will be better for someone else. Who knows. Plan: fight through. Reflect on your shit. Become a better version of you and kick ass. 

1. The smell of summer is close Cloying Heat trapped scent of  Flowers and plants calling to passers by  “Come, see my colors, spread my seed, pollenate my progeny”  Quickly, bees, dance in their sex,  Spread their genes, before this heat suffocates them.  The smell of summer is humid Wet Bodies sweating, scent of  Dancing and people calling to passers by  “Come see my skin, appreciate my beauty, perpetuate humanity”  Quickly now, before they’re covered one again for the cold.  The smell of summer is sadness Loss Time speeding, scent of  Summer memories past calling to passers by  “Come revel in my nostalgia, you are old but you still long for this childish feeling”  Quickly, before all our summers pass, and we are covered for good. 

How do I stop being so sad and angry at myself? Why do I make the same mistakes over and over? 

I wish I weren’t broken.  I wish I had you.  I wish I were myself.   I wish I were happy.  I wish we could be together.   I wish we were better.  I can’t change things   I can’t make it better.  I have seven million trillion things flying through my head, my heart is collapsing in on itself like a black hole.  I wish I hadn’t hurt you. I wish I had learned.  All I want for you is happiness. I hope I can be that for you someday and our paths will cross again. I will always love you. With all of my heart. 

You're fourteen and sitting, lost in a strangers car at 2 a.m. Surrounded by pasture cornfields, cattle grazing, a dark barn patches of moon and stars. You don't understand the moment- the loss, life full of experiences. Sudden regret. A lake full of tears. You run away from this choice, parked-jump from the passenger seat. trees scratching and grabbing like greedy hungry monsters, into the safety of the barn. Sweet crunch and snap of hay under your bare feet your face puffy, eyesight obscured by clouding tears, face glistening your stuffy nose. The car drives by, slowly, looking for your false promises. This is a mimic poem based on the syntax and format of  "Deer Hit" by Jon Loomis . We use mimicry in class to provide a "template" or guideline for students to get through that writers block that often keeps kids from delving into poetry on their own. More about mimic poems  here . For this assignment I had students think of somethin