legos and cat power

I officially lovelovelove my creative writing class. My professor is awesome. He listens to fleet foxes and says "shitbags!" all the time.
Bad ass.
Also, today in class we played with legos while listening to cat power and flaming lips.
Awesome.
Anyways, here's the latest poem I had to write in villanelle style.


Requiem Dance

The trees are singing their fiery chants.
With leaves aflame, falling.
Swaying in the season's requiem dance!

The world is writhing, every bird, insect and plant.
The sparrows are serenading this untamed waltz.
The trees are singing their fiery chants.

Rain skips across the earth, a pitter-patter prance.
It bounces off the wings of birds and human faces.
Slipping, dripping in the season’s requiem dance.

Cicadas roar, buzz until they cant, they pant.
A slow fade, a slight decay…
But the trees are still singing their fiery chants!

The sun laments the end of its symbiotic romance.
[No longer will it warm the earth, the water, the sky.]
Softly wailing in the season’s requiem dance.

Summer’s din dies down, its limbs relax, refrain.
Now only quiet echoes, whispers remain.
Just the trees singing their fiery chants
Swaying in the season's requiem dance.

Dickinson, Frost, Whitman, Plath, Bukowski, and Henley

I was ten when I first met Emily.
She was as small and quiet as I.
She taught me of the imminence of death, my mortality,
That sometimes someone’s kiss means less than the glance of their eye.

When I was 13, with Robert & Walt I formed an unbreakable bond.
“Take the road less traveled! Your life is unique!” was our passionate stand.
At 16, Sylvia became my greatest confidant.
My fears of nonexistence were met with her reminder that I am I am I am!

When I was 18 and distressed, Charles spoke quietly to my heart,
[They can’t get all of me in this space!]
Now at 19 William has helped give my life a start.
With the knowledge that I am the captain of my soul! I am the master of my fate!

Though my friends and I have never really met, they’ve helped me though the years.
Their words make sense, they soothe my soul, they qualm my worries and fears.