Loss

Loss is absence of what once was
Loss takes milk teeth
And Santa Clause

Loss will come knocking
When not on your mind
Will stare at you mocking
Kick your behind

Don't count your losses
Until you win
Life and its crosses
Let the fight begin

I was, I am, I will be

I was no/where a while ago
I'm closer now but for how long
I'll be elsewhere until I go
I was undone, not knowing strong

I am not me, not quite, not yet
I will be new if time slows down
I was not real, the one not met
I am your friend until I drown

I was your double but didn't know
I'm almost ready to let it shine
I will be gone before you go
I was alone, now you're my lifeline

I am your strength, I'll let you grow
I will be here, lines intertwine.

tryptical illusion

i was so sure the year would be different
i was different
     i wanted to be
i was planning activities that would never see
     the light of day
i was failing and succeeding invariably
i was getting ahead of myself
     my usual self
i was smoking and maybe not healthier
     but i wasn't in the hospital then
     like i was a few weeks ago
i was coming and going to school like always
     the wind blew and the weather was nice
i was watching the world from the window
     in my room in the hospital
i was looking forward to the change
     to getting out

i am still changing
     still hoping for one
i am going over everything with a fine-toothed comb
i am in the middle of it
     of the mess of the end of another year
     here
i am where you are and we are air
     we breathe in it
i am what i tried most to avoid
i am a void an empty space
     black on black
     a vacuum
     an abyss

i will be happy in the end
i will be spending the summer with my family
     with friends
     with the memories
i will be remembering what it smelled like
     how cold it was
     how it felt
i will be feeling

I will be

I was only trying to move
I was only beginning
I was holding on to "soon"
I was afraid of committing
I was unfolding into a tomb
I was on the verge of quitting
I was handed the moon
I was told I wasn't living
I was colored all the way through
I was up for the bidding
I am a crooked sculpture carved into two
I am molding into form and shedding
I am going through the motions
I am just beginning

I

I was a kind hearted angel with no venom

I was a person of happiness until the light went out

I was here when the world was shaking then you pushed me back

I was a child of great brilliance

I was creative

I was smart

I was pretty but now

I am dumb

I am fearless yet I am fearful

I am evil but with you I am an equal

I am no one until I met someone

I am loyal until we were one

I am cautious yet I am the scapegoat

I am the one and only human still

I am nothing but filth and pain

I am changing and abiding

I am at peace with this place

I am insecure to this day

I am alive again when I get what I want

I am dying slowly each day I am here

I am a hard worker I'll get through this

I am failing I'll be through with this

I am here to stay

I am gonna leave

I am intelligent

I am structured

I am learning each day

I am achieving my goals 

I will be a dreamer

I will be a kind hearted angel

I will be happy

I will be the smartest person

I will have a beautiful heart

I will change my life

It started from a purple prosody case

It started from a purple prosody case

Puffed up with chocolates, brown and white

Nothing compares to this delicious chocolate bar

We ate it and washed it down with bright white stars

Sipping peachy liquid alive with bubbles

Rising to the surface to pop in a psychedelic sunset, all reddish and yellowish

Just like my maturity out off the bright yellow country side

The stark bright white lights had blinded my eyes

After that, only a paler shade of darkness

A blade glinting in the silvery starlight

Such when the brown ground become slippery

The dirt eats you up in decade of time

Grimy grey dust that you will become

Rust in a red sunset of your life

With no shame under the fiery red rays

What rose out of the grey-green muck of the colloquial

the politically incorrect warrior of these with green stacks
the yellow sun had risen after the fact
shining brightly onto a plate of sparkling greenery
a salad of the senses, spotted with black pepper
so delicious you can taste the brown dirt
rich with death and salty white grains
among them, an amber nugget from a forgotten god
a nod toward the heaven's and all that's blue
a place where we can drink the red wines and swim in a river filled with glistening honey
eyes so green they lure you in like money
that sinful colour of greed
who needs gold?
when I'm here in my bold suit with green stacks
I shall paint my lips red and never look back

The world gazes back through my blue tinted sunglasses.

They turn everything realistically pink,
purple, white, and yellow, little marshmallow peeps,
tiny rabbits that feed off the greens under the yellow sun.

She raised her head of red and the singing had begun.
The black notes flying up to the sky,
bluing toward a darker moment,
a moment where your green eyes move towards mine,
a delicate touch where red lines intertwine.

Bloodshot eyes after too much burgundy.
The sun a white blotch on white sky,
just as the botched girl turned red fast,
her childishness pierced through, the blue didn't last.

Instead a rose-tinted view of adulthood
tears into yellow petals.

It all starts with green eyes looking down on you

A multitude of pink skies
Blossomed into a basket of pale yellowness
left wilting in the green grass on a Sunday afternoon
With a drink in my hand and four pairs of yellow socks
And a marching band carried out in unison withing the black plot
A splash of silver, so becoming of old age
So becoming weathered, like platinum
Very rich and fabulous like titanium on the Titanic
The red dots on the front of the ship make me panic
Put out a red flag to make them stop
We might drag her into the olive sea
To which our blue love will see
What blue and dark shall belong to me
Deep in the emerald, hostile sea.

ACTIVITY: Write about Eraser

You cannot use the word "eraser" or "rubber" in your writing.

do it better but no

Unexpectedly stern
For all her softy touch
She sat there glaring
Staring
Watching me burn and yearn
For words such and such
Tearing
Words out like weeds
tears rolling down beads
Who needs
This unsparing
Scathing blot
Blasting naught

It's unfair, it's unjust,
I moaned.
But you must,
She intoned.
Do it better, do it right
Make more effort, use your might
Give me good, give me true!

Oh I'm tired, hungry, blue
Going home. And... screw you.

morning light

fades night's softening edges
turns a day slowly
toward some climactic moment
bored or otherwise
well-scored
a cake
you make sense
of what was dessert or dinner
were you really so much thinner
once upon a time
you were a line on paper
drawn to something bolder
what now seems colder
in this space

Undo your mistakes

Undo your mistakes

Removing all the waste

As I keep the aftertaste

Next I will disappear and then I will appear

No matter how hard it is my heart will mend

And dissolve into the obscene

My vanishing voice assembles as my astonishing poems dissemble

Into the universe of subtle eruption

But wait now I'm awake and oh it's a dream

It has all been a lie

It is I the Earth you might

Only you can undo your mistakes but I cannot turn back time

So please just abide 

And you'll change your life

mosaic of regret

these words are intelligible
to the ears
resonating in both hemispheres
retracing the ambient past
being sentient doesn't last
what I wish I could undo
but no chance to go back
a citrus drop into my open sternum
leaping into the vacuum of a weightless mass
soft sand beneath my feet
falling like crashing pillars into its hands
a thief so close to my heart
stealing sanity from an empty glass
a ticking time bomb
looking behind while the years pass
my childish intensity
didn't mean to turn you crass
you crawl back into your den
night follows and in stays the darker cast

It is normal to be no one.

I do not play

Nor do I slay


But if I had a chance I would glow

And steal the ring I had spawn


Today a sunny day in my opinion

Today a hollow day with no Dominion


Three hours pass by and my heart stops

Each minute is a storm that pops


Every day unfolds a new nightmare

To my despair


I grief no sad man nor woman

As they are all solemn


Though I am no slave

I am treated worse than a grave

Church tower in spring wind and 14 lines

It was a church tower standing

Weakly in the wind, swaying

Meekly, yet commanding

Singing rather than praying  

The tower was of gentle yellow hue

Facing the stinging freshness of the skies

Tracing its own unmitigated blue

Shadowy sharpness of spiral highs

We strolled a-past and saw the tower

Swinging its spire in happy dance

Singing of bricks that gave it power

Embracing us in Gothic trance

A painter painted the tower sway

And fainted, giving it away (to us)

Kaleidoscope

Only love, when all you feel
is beneath, where i kneel
only feel, when all you love
touches your Achilles' heel

you divide the open flesh wounds
spill your filth inside
salt could be more gentle
negligence cried

your one lone citizen
ignoring the warning signs
familiarizing the innocence
awaiting to meet the inevitable demise

a view through a kaleidoscope, visions of a hundred stars
a wreckage that cannot be undone, of recklessly painted scars

more of wasted

more of wasted
time          we tasted
too much          blushed
our feelings crushed

we hurried along
worried          a song
on our lips          we thought
we were and were not

better          we saved and sinned
wished into the wind
over oceans          buried
in earth          we married

gave birth          tried
hard          again          lied

ACTIVITY: Making a Star Field

This week's creative writing club activity was taken from an exercise developed by Christian Bök called Impromptu #16, which was hosted by The Found Poetry Review during a National Poetry Month activity in 2016, and which instructed us about how to create a field of stars based on a found text.

While Bök's exercise suggested using source material from an antiquarian astronomy text, in the interest of time (club members only meet for one hour each week), we used material from Astronomy Books Online. Follow the link above if you want to read more about how the star fields were made or just look at the amazing creations that follow! Don't you wish you were part of it?

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Black Holes in Higher Dimensions

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Astrophysics in 2005

Astrophysics in 2005

We bring you,∞ as usual,∞ the Sun and Moon and stars,∞ plus some galaxies and a new section on astrobiology.≠ Some highlights are short (the newly identified class of gamma-ray bursts,∞ and the Deep Impact on Comet 9P/ Tempel 1),∞ some long (the age of the universe,∞ which will be found to have the Earth at its center),∞ and a few metonymic,∞ for instance the term "down-sizing" to describe the evolution of star formation rates with redshift.≠

Are We Alone?

ACTIVITY: Write about Time.

a matter of time

i don't usually start with a concept          i start
with minutia          i get lost in the momentary
ticktock ticktock ticktock          the small talk of daydreaming
a stream of conscientious objection to order
i am on the border          of course
off course

and so wandering          i wish on stars
chase cars and tails          (i was a dog in another life)
i smell the world          the scent of sentient so so
all yes and maybe          no
is that who i think it is          you there
who goes where       

Time in this world

Time

If a person was time, who would it be?

Prophets and civilizations all played the game of time.

All the time wasted on people with no brains. 

Hours and minutes all progress forward.

Time and time again we cry.

What never ends nor stops, time is all it takes to go back.

Moving forward and going back are a matter of change.

Forward into time, forward into growth.

But times does comeback, maybe in people or in places.

Going back in time is not necessarily staying in the past.

As time never goes back but people learn and change based on that.

Time heals and time brings the past back. 

The future is the past, because as time moves forward all the pain of the past arrives.

Time between the stars is time that never lasts.

Time never stops and can always go back, just by the change of course.

Only the Sun and Moon can explain.

Once the Earth burns and the sky rains stars, will time only stop and stare at Earth in shock.

Time/s

I see Time
In its singular plurality
Each time differently

Either short and fat
Rolling down
Gathering dross
A bundle of laughs
Into a valley of tears

Or part of a table
High enough to do something
On the agenda

Some Times
Go missing
When out for a walk in the woods
Lost
In search of the forgotten
Found on the last page
Too late

Sometimes
It can be long
Dragging
Its sinewy bulk
Hard to chew on
Too slow
Watching paint dry

Then suddenly,
Not waving, but running
Taking off
Flying

Not stopping for me to catch up

ACTIVITY: Write a Recipe

A Recipe to Impress Society

• 1 cup of shame
• 5 cups pf conservative
• 2 spoons of blame
• 1 cup of prerogative
• 2 tablespoons of "wasta" واسطه
• 1 cup of idealism
• no cups of realism

To be Successful

First, I work my hardest.

Then suffer the most.

Never sleep, eat, or breathe

Listen to people laugh and have fun.

Sit alone every night dreaming of what I want to become.

I lose it all and then one day I wake up.

And all my successes come alive.

I stare at my reflection and cry.

These are the steps to become successful.

This time for all the happiness I have stopped myself from having and all the success I worked for.

To be successful you must always be contempt with whatever pain you live through.

Because success requires some form of loss.

Recipe for anger

1. 2 cups of finely sifted resentment
2. 100 grams of misdirection
3. 2 clenched fists
4. 1 person feeling mistreated
5. a small pinch of isolation
6. 2 ounces of bottled up emotion
7. 1/2 cup of refined disappointment

For the filling:

1. 150 grams of stirred grudges
2. 5 grams of pure sadness 
3. 1 drop of fear extract

how to make you rainbow

freshen the air with the aroma of apples
put a bird in it
the voice of Maya Angelou
a cloud
trick-or-treaters
a special occasion
sushi rolls
swirl buttercream frosting
ruby sharks
crystals
inner peace
fire
pom-poms
a gust of gorgeous uplift

ACTIVITY: Write about Yellow

A Saffron Slice

One yellow sun, shining from the sky,

screaming your name,

one massive bright light.

Your purity, personality

and your eloquent smile.

I symbolize you as the sun in my life.

In your house, a yellow wall, a yellow rug

a yellow pancake; a saffron slice.

Warm as the sun,

and as bright as your are.

You are no longer alive,

but a yellow bright thought 

still crosses my mind,

when I bite on a pancake

your bright smile, I find.

between orange & green on the spectrum

between orange & green on the spectrum
a primary color                    to cry out
sunlight                    gold                 

traditionally made from arsenic or cow urine                   
a cave in France depicts a painting of a yellow horse
purple is a complementary color

men were always shown with brown faces
dominated by glowing clouds
it makes you different from every other human

a yellow room feels warmer
the exact origin is unknown
dazzling

Theme: yellow

So, yellow is the new blue

A bird without a cage 

Once came and then flew

Away 

Back behind bars

Still trembling with his birdly yellowness

That missed me by a fearful inch 

When I reached out to him with a seed 

In the palm of my hand

Yellow 

Is the only memory I have of him

How did I like you, Yellow

You were 

A burst of ancient resin washed up on the seashore

After a storm

Not a warning sign but a promise

Now a broken necklace

Scattered in invisible places 

Yellow

Is the only memory I have of it

Did you ever suit me, Yellow

Maybe the shade wasn't right

Or my skin too pale

Maybe I didn't try hard enough

Or enough 

When I'm done not trying  

I shall wear yellow

To remember

To find

To yell

YE

S

 

a walk in the neighborhood

yellow light washing the streets
neon suns trapped in glass
lending warmth to the cold concrete
making way for me pass
I wander stray at the pace of my feet
wondering if the night will last
all those bulbs of fragile beams
housing hours of a darker past
amusing windows while blinding me
shapeless waves of a yellow cast
memories of euphoric colors
but only sour stays alas

ACTIVITY: Found Poem with Anaphora

Write something in which:
- each line begins with "In the end"; and
- complete each line by taking words from the first lines of random books from the shelves of the ABP Library.

In the end among the pleasures.

In the end, jazz has been my passport.
In the end, all of us have taken various types.
In the end, every book begins with dissatisfaction.
In the end that changed the world.
In the end, the crowded red double-decker bus inched its way...
In the end, without the new media.
In the end, who were among the earliest?
In the end, there are by now many.
In the end, my part in this book.
In the end, intricate designs created from many gleaming pieces.
In the end, all we can do is gaze in wonderment.
In the end  in the faraway land.
In the end, if you are beginning.
In the end it grew too big.
In the end too unexpected.
In the end on a spring day.

In the End You & I

In the End You & I

In the end we are told

In the end new is risky

In the end I admit

In the end I know not why, I'm so sad

In the end there appeared

In the end there she is

In the end impossible to define

In the end I have learned

In the end almost wonderful

In the end I met my future

In The End

In The End A hundred years went by.

In The End I stopped to take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

In The End the silence was louder.

In The End I know it when I feel it.

In The End whimsical plots and dark possibilities fascinate.

In The End new conditions bring forth new problems and demand new solutions.

In The End the drought of March hath perced to the roote.

In The End the accident.

In The End another galaxy, another time.

In The End it was a snowy February night.

I wasn't born yet

in the end you are invited to a feast of stories
in the end the island is sinking
in the end for the most wild
in the end I write this in my own hands
in the end the alpha and the omega
in the end are vital places
in the end the day began before sunrise
in the end the suns burned down out of the cloudless sky
in the end the twin moons cast a shadows of blood
in the end of the afternoon rush
in the end a lonely business
in the end there have been many gifts
in the end is the truth
in the end the trouble comes close
in the end a simple separate person
in the end I wasn't born yet

In the end

In the end, it will be another galaxy, another time

In the end, she will hide her gold tresses

In the end, she will sit like a trophy of war, as neat as an obedient child

In the end, her focus will be on the forces causing her to live in prison for many years

In the end, it is a truth universally acknowledged that feminism and religion are academic subjects

In the end, they say when trouble comes, close ranks, marching down the road

In the end, silence and even speaking the word seems to violate its meaning

In the end, what I am is a mystery. 

ACTIVITY: Write a triolet.

An eight-line form that follows the following arrangement:

A (1ST line)
B (2ND line)
a (last word of this line RHYMES w/ last word of 1ST line)
A (repeat 1ST line)
a (last word of this line RHYMES w/ last word of 1ST line)
b (last word of this line RHYMES w/ last word of 2ND line)
A (repeat 1ST line)
B (repeat 2ND line

I strained toward susurrations true

I strained toward susurrations true
to learn the language of the wind
from trees, lessons greenly grew.
I strained for susurrations true
to heaven, tuned, a music so blue
we felt we had sinned.
I strained for susurrations true
to learn the language of the wind

The Reality of Earth

Another week passes by and the moon moves closer

By the end of the month we destroy this Earth

after all the heartache the Earth turns cold

As the ecosystems die 

a new wave of death arrives destroying human kind

by wiling our minds into believing he's right

A second wave of sadness rewires and we start to believe again

Behold we now hold the power of time

black & white

And so it goes
Before my eyes
aligning death with my spine
And so it goes
along the lines of two lives intertwined
breaking mold into lucid tides
And so it goes
Before my eyes

Triolet about tea

If it were up to me
I'd start today anew
I'd drink a cup of tea
If it were up to me
I'd make us sit and be
I'd pour a cup for you
If it were up to me
I'd start today anew

Lone

Lone

Sometimes I want to see the world in deep, but I end up falling asleep 

Into the marvelous Island of grief, a place in which I can be me

I dream of being alone so I wake up every day

The only time I sleep is when my body's telling me no more

I crave acceptance yet I can't accept myself

I strive for perfection but perfection has only gotten me mad

I work for life yet I am not living one

I love my life, however, my life has never loved me

Just as my love for you that you wouldn't accept

Loving myself is just an Island away 

Surrounded by stars and oceans alike I wait for the time when I feel alive

Bird

Sore I soar through sky on empty
dropping tears on people plenty
rain they called it from way down
wailing above
they hear no sound
bird oh bird come by with clarity
sing a song then let go of gravity
I'll feast on your flesh and tuck your bones aside
come out birdy no need to hide
said the Oscar with a gleeful grin
bird thought they sought no sin
flew away to unknown land
swam through seas and traveled through sands
flying with a set of hands
carried feathers gracefully
but do you care oh honey bird
do you understand my words
with a small head and no words back
you'll go and leave me here all black
fly away useless coward
you're lucky I have no superpowers
envy the stretch of your wings
next time maybe i'll make it sting
bird look away for much to see
feathers perked up
plucked them recklessly
danced along to the thunder song
and sky close where birds belong
gleaming lookers smile at clouds
careful bird no looking down
tension pulls your ribs towards earth's core
volcanic eruption are in store
bird fly with sea sick
tripped down by small twig
onto the ground the loud sound
being chased by running hound
fly with a broken ticker
go back home blood is thicker
nest empty and eggs cracked
bird wishes they never came back
weakened by the hard fall
but most of all
the broken bird heart broke further
no nest, no eggs
only smell of bloody murder

I Confess...

The dark spots beneath my eyes
                   where all my trouble from last night
                                                                              lied.
                                            a little sympathy needed
                                                    when feelings are not reciprocated
                                                           faith is my solution
                                                           hope is my devotion
                                                                   thoughts are aggravated
                                                                        moving my hands in agitation
                                                                             I seek treatment for my dark spot
                                                                                 I seek help when I'm in need
                                                                                    or at least I wanted to
                                                                                         erase my insecurities
                                                                                            the dark spot where my soul leaped
                                                                                               when I once agreed with the criticism
                                                                                                     my fear of speaking
                                                                                                                    my cynicism
                                                                                                 I left you finally
                                                                            but you still visit me in sleep

The Black Hole

The Black Hole

Our earth and us

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The dark stars above hide a dark spot with love

The last place I want to be is in a hole with no return

A place so black, a person disappears in with no air

A land of no lands and a universe with no care

It just feels like open air

A shape of darkness and a horizon so oblate

A star is bamboozled right into its lifeless state of being

Similar to a child neglected by their parents and forced into sadness and nothingness

Many stars shine bright but as soon as they are in their brightest state they get sucked into what is despair and sorrow.

The Black Hole is a being with no life nor moral conduct making it the perfect human in a non livable location as earth is to humans.

Dark spot

This dark spot 

Is like chocolate cake 

Baked with apple pieces soft 

as motherly breast

After prolonged 

presence 

In the moderately hot 

oven

Their unsweetened whiteness would ooze gently 

Into the moist darkness of the black slice on my plate

I never liked my mother's chocolate cake with apple 

Was much in favour of her 

apple 

pie

Plain and golden 

with crumble on top

It came without the ominous chocolate darkness 

It was hopeful 

and light 

young

unending in its delicious assault on my taste buds

I thought it would last forever

The golden apple pie

I've eaten my piece 

and all the pieces 

That came after the first one 

until the pie was finished

Now I'm baking my mother's chocolate cake with apple

Getting used to 

This dark spot 

of

Chocolate

without

 

dark spots are guaranteed to work

to make          dark spots
commonly appear          in middle age
of past sun          in dark and light patches
you need to know          uneven hate
or vortex          glass in the dark spot
appeared in the clouds          oceans
in the children's book          fade away
look radiant          by specks
grapefruit sun rose          sometimes concealing
existing          a lot of reasons
to minimize          the best glow

freckle

Come what may

Light or dark

Welcome you with open arms

A lenient master

Slave to my cave

The dark spot where we shall lay

Carved into me

Transparent words I couldn’t say

A million bricks across these walls

Enough to try and run away

Shaping every ounce of you

Into the tunnel where you play

Darker bruises

Darker shapes

Darkened spots of you show age

Must’ve torn out each page

Of a holy book you’ve read with rage

Wash and pray your sins away

The spots will rot and you’ll decay

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