Anagrams. I love them.

These three poems were really fun to write. they are each made entirely of anagrams; every pair of lines are anagrams of each other. Anyway, without further ado here they are, in order of when I wrote them:


This is a Holy Rose Song
Or is only a hog’s thesis

Father urges everyone
Refuse the graven yore.
Test a liar’s snake tongues
As Nukes set on trial’s stage.
If IQ rained upon us,
Drips a unique info
Ah, yo-yoing or bein’ ugly wouldn’t be illegal
You, you’ll be laying or be wading, then I go.
Aha, Do you feel me, twin?
…With a module of an eye
What’s peaceful ends it; this:
Watch the sun feel as it dips


-insane genius or
Asinine surgeon

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I once felt: Left on ice.

Marooned and alone
A nonrandom elodea
It must be the way dreams
At bedtime they swarm us
Here’s my twilight
Merely this wight
Darkness, oh, darkness
Dark shore’s dankness
Time curls distorted
Trite cloudred mists
Oh my broken inside
My bodkins heroine
Her trenchant red eves
Thrashed nerve center
Senses marred, I freeze
Dreaminess refreezes
Trudges forever isolated, done
A distorted refused lover, gone

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Smile for me
Miles of REM
adorning me
dreaming on
averted eyes
see every tad
reddish moon
hidden rooms
once by roads
nobody cares
back for more
Of Amber Rock

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That's all for now. I used the internet anagram server. it's fun you should try it. :)

Blog writer extraordinaire

hmmm... I guess I'll post a poem I once wrote about how I was prone to awkward silences when hanging out with my girlfriend at the time.

"King of the Cricket Cliche"


in this world are many things
to talk about or to sing
unfortunately I’m no fun
for I can’t think of even one.

I’m not a rock, I’m not a tree
But I am silent, it’s just me
When I was small I wasn’t clever
I said dumb stuff, now talk, I never

Every word I worry how it sounds
Will you smile or will you frown?
I don’t want to speak foolishly
Quiet, so you won’t notice me.

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That was like 3 years ago. Now I've gotten better at the art of continued conversation. The crickets don't chirp as often. haha, what a loser I am. loser guy extraordinaire.

No poem today, just a haiku with a question

For tomorrow's post,
The one about my breakup
or my most recent?

The other one

This is a poem I wrote about 2 years ago, back when I had a girlfriend. The first part is kind of between me and her and God I guess. I was struggling with my sinful nature; the things I did even though I didn't want to and I knew it. The second part is from me to her. We were in a long distance relationship but I was madly in love with her. As a poem I see that it has a very simple rhyme scheme. But I think it has meter, at least it does in my head when I read it. anyway, I hope you like it, here it is:

The other one

Part one

When I say “I” what do I mean?

There’s more to me than what you’ve seen

There’s part of me that’s good and clean

But deep inside there lies a fiend

To make me screw up is his aim

He’ll stop at nothing in his game

For what he does, I feel the shame

But we are one so I’m to blame

The other one, my polar inner

Takes my hand, makes me the sinner

He takes my will and wears it thinner

God, please spare this wretched sinner.

The guilt is more than I can bear

My eyes fixed in a desperate stare

“Oh God,” I cry, “it isn’t fair!

That I with him my soul must share.”

God, I grant you my permission

Kill the other, perform the fission

His death will give me new ambition

I’ll live life to fulfill your vision

Part two

When I say “you” what do I mean?

The fairest beauty I’ve ever seen

A soul that’s pure, a heart that’s clean

The greatest love that’s ever been

Aflame your skin it curves and shines

Your lips are like the reddest wines

When without you, my heart pines

With all the love of valentine’s

Inside my ribcage roars a fire

That I could fly, this I desire

I’d flap my arms and never tire

To be with you, who I admire

To guide my roaming starlit flight

You’d wear a dress of silver white

Toward all hope, toward the light

I journey to you shining bright

Ah, I hope you didn't think that it sucked. Perhaps it's one of the many crappy poems I've got to write to get to that perfect one.

Misconnected

This is a poem I wrote last winter sometime. It's about a girl I met and I saw her three days in a row then never saw her again. It was enough to get her in my head and wish I'd gotten to know her a little better...

Misconnected

I am a speck in the grand design
The busy colony of a world wound web of human souls
In a sequence of chances your path crossed mine
You color outside the lines
in so many colors I almost went blind
your glow silhouettes my past
and the others washout like old photographs
but the chance passed me by
I wonder as I lay awake at night
What formula made cross our paths
How was it our worlds overlapped?
Could I make it happen again?
A second chance to be your friend

The Poetry behind the poetry

Hhmmm... I'm not exactly a poet, but I do enjoy writing what I call poems as a way to express feelings, thoughts and sentimental drivel poop. (To quote Farnsworth) Here's a poem to start us off. It kind of explains my opinion of my poems and my reasons for writing them. It's quite touching I think. Anyway here it is, it's called "My Poetry sucks"

In my experience this is true
That poetry is hard to do
After tons of bads poems one might hope to write
A single good poem that isn't pure shite

That's why right now I am writing this
A faulty and feeble peice of piss
In hopes that one day when I find love
I'll write the perfect poem I've been dreaming of

It will be so good that she'll think I'm lying
when I say 'twas I who did the writing
She'll say, "I've seen your poems, they all suck!"
At that point I'll know I'm slam out of luck...

What I really must master if I'm to succeed
Is writing loveable bad poetry
Because even if it makes your ears bleed
At least it's a heartfelt message from me.



Okay, okay. that's the poem. while I don't truly believe I have it that bad -well, that poem was bad, I realize this, but it's funny so it's okay- I think there is something to the idea that if you write a lot of poems most will be pretty bad but a few will be good. That's how it is in my experience. Over the years I've written a lot of poems, just about times I was going through and whatever came to mind. Looking back at them some were pretty good. So I think in future posts I'll post my good poems.

I need to keep blogging

I will post a real blog sometime "soon"

Dynamics and Difficult Equations.

The title of this blog is the name of the two classes I had today. I don't plan to make this entry about them. I just want to say: oh my, they're boring!

Anyway..... I had a kind of funny experience after I got back from the roadtrip. which I just realized I haven't blagged about yet! (blagged. lulz) I gotta talk about the highlights.

So, in lieu of a real Summer Vacation. (I don't get one since I'm dumb and have to take Summer classes.) I was able to take advantage of the two week break between the end of Spring semester and the beginning of Summer semester.

My brother and I went up to Huntsville. The best part was hanging out with Brandon all day, just like back in the good old days. Laughing our respective butts off at whatever silly thing happened to present itself. We also had some more mature and serious moments. it's great. As I get older I see myself gain new mental capacities for maturity and mental strengths, but I still keep the fun-loving carefree, weirdo that I've always been. Same with Brandon. Anyways..

We didn't really DO anything all that notable. It was just hanging out with lots of interesting and cool people. I got to see a bunch of people from Kwaj and meet Lauren. It was all very cool. and totally worth the 14-hour trips there and back. And the about $130 I spent while roadtripping. (and even all the missed sleep :) )

p.s. the funny experience is that when I got back I still had about $180 in my checking account so I got groceries, tithed, ordered some new headphones and I don't know what else. and next time I checked my account I had 18

...

cents.

That was a close one!

These days is relative.

I finally got signed up for classes. I had to totally change them. This may be the last *important* thing I do with this computer before I close it for the next 3 months. I really like my computer, and we've been through a lot; some good, some awesome, some painful, some pure evil, but there has always been one thing that doesn't change. It makes me waste my life. Time and thought power paid to my computer can never be replaced, and I can no longer afford the loss.

I got two F's last semester.

I hope that saying sayonara to this computer is a drastic enough change in my daily routine to save me from what negative rut I'm in.

I will account for my daily computing needs using the computers at the library. I'll still be able to post these blogs (just, not in my underwear) and I'll be able to check my other internet related interests.

At the moment the only restrictions will be, of course, time of day of computer use, and key programs such as iTunes, Photoshop, Instant Messenger and sound and video editing. So, sadly, this Summer you won't see any pictures or videos or music from me. (or chat with me)

I'll let you know when I actually go through with it. Till then, I guess I just have to try to enjoy the time I have left. :')

Happy Female Overling's day

Today was super hot at work and I'm certain I sweated out at least 2 liters worth of sweat. but that's probably healthy. I drank in a ton of water so I was like a sponge. or whatever. anyway.

After work I went straight to the 'rent's place. I had to spend time with my mom. it was fun. the three of us brothers were there. we have a very loving family. I especially love my mom. I was thinking about it in depth today and, well, she's the best mom a kid could have. and I'm glad I look just like her. don't tell anybody.

My brothers and dad are a little crazy though. but I like them for it. My mom puts up with us very gracefully, especially having come from a household of girly Southern girls.

There is only one person who was born to better parents: Theodore Rocket Higby.

ah, who am I kidding?! I could never say my parents are second best. They're the very best for me and I wouldn't trade them or change them no matter what!

More Shining Silence

I'm feeling better bit by bit. work wasn't bad. I got to loaf for an hour because the lady who works in the sales office was participating in a charity walk. Pour some out for my cystic fibrosis homeys.

I hung around in the nearby smoothie joint during most of that time. it got awkward. I didn't get anything, I kinda made small talk for a minute or two then just sat there. it's not a busy place. I left.

I came back later (while on break from my job) in a much better mood and got a mango smoothie. It was great. The girl who works there is really likable.

First blog. Will I like blogging?

I'm sick right now. My throat is sore and thanks to my ill state, my sleep schedule is terribly off kilter. I might say stuff that doesn't make sense but (this time) I have an excuse.

I'm blogging because it sounds like fun. and because my best 16-y/o internet-friend is blogging. So I had to do it too. Almost always, a good reason to do something, is because of the others that do it.

I have work tomorrow, and if I'm not well, by 11 AM tomorrow, life is gonna be slow, painful, hot, and devoid of respite. I've tested the boundaries of my soul's integrity bfore, and I can do it again. Recently my mantra has become, "I'll live" and I can't remember where I got that from... :/

Anyway, The summer lies ahead of me. I'll be doing school and work, routinely, but the more awesome things that I do inbetween, are probably what's going to be more bloggable.

It's gonna be cool stuff like: new stuff I buy, haikus I write, Anagrams and poems I write, stuff I eat, stuff I learn, stuff I just make up, girls I meet (or lack thereof), people who affect me, movies that rule, annoyances that I vent about, jokes that I make up (that only I laugh about), evil things, pure things, and lugubrious things.

Don't let me forget...