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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Two Poems

Here are two poems I wrote for NaPoWriMo days 20 and 21.

This poem is from day #20, which was the 15th anniversary of Columbine. I think I'm going to edit it because I want to include more of how he overcame (for those of you that know, you know why that is powerful for me), but what do you think?

Nightmares (Columbine: 15 Years Later)

As night descends and the stars fall,
when the monster's paws begin to claw;
the vicious nail reach under the door,
you try with all your might on the lava floor
to hold with your shoes, you have to save,
the monster pounds and pounds and heat waves
surround you and you can't move or scream,
all goes black and growling grows to a sheen
crescendo, it sounds like the pits of Hell
where Satan calls out and in a commanding yell,
"You are worthless! It is all your fault!"
and in your last conscious moment opens the vault--
grabbing your pillow and screaming in fright,
for 15 years this has been your life night after night.

Yet, you revisit 15 years later as you shake,
your thoughts jumble and your feet hardly make;
but as you walk with your mentor, your friend,
the nasty and disorienting thoughts end.
As you reach the janitor's closet where you were spared,
calmly you tell your story about how your shoes ware
from keeping the door closed from Eric and Dylan,
you saved a bunch of people, but can you call them villains?
You stand here, victorious, some would call it small,
but for countless other survivors who usually fall--
this victory is huge and life changing, but you deeply breathe,

praying that this will finally keep your nights free.

This was from day #21 of NaPoWriMo, which I'll post the whole assignment.

It's day 21 of NaPoWriMo, nine more days! Today I am using a prompt from the NaPoWriMo site: "Today’s prompt is to write a “New York School” poem using the recipe found here. The New York School is the name by which a group of poets that all lived in New York in the 1950s and 1960s. The most well-known members are Frank O’Hara, John Ashbery, and Kenneth Koch. Their poems are actually very different from one another, but many “New York School” poems display a sort of conversational tone, references to friends and to places in and around New York, humor, inclusion of pop culture, and a sense of the importance of art (visual, poetic, and otherwise)."

Here are the ingredients that you have to use as many as possible:

at least one addressee (to which you may or may not wish to dedicate your poem)
use of specific place names and dates (time, day, month, year)--especially the names of places in and around New York City
prolific use of proper names
at least one reminiscence, aside, digression, or anecdote
one or more quotations, especially from things people have said in conversation or through the media
a moment where you call into question at least one thing you have said or proposed throughout your poem so far
something that sounds amazing even if it doesn’t make any sense to you
pop cultural references
consumer goods/services
mention of natural phenomena (in which natural phenomena do not appear ‘natural’)
slang/colloquialism/vernacular/the word "fuck"
at least one celebrity
at least one question directed at the addressee/imagined reader
reference to sex or use of sexual innuendo
the words “life” and “death”
at least one exclamation/declaration of love
references to fine art, theater, music, or film
mention of genitals and body parts
food items
drug references (legal or illegal)
mention of sleep or dreaming
use of ironic overtones

Poem #1 (Monoxide Has Received My Letter!)
2014 Jessica Marie

Monoxide has received my long, drawn out letter!
He received it on Christmas Day 2013 in Roseville, Michigan,
but brought it to the 21 Club in New York City in late February;
I wish I would have known because I would have loved to meet him,
instead I planned my move to Roseville, wouldn't it be funny
if Monoxide and I became neighbors? Hopefully he's not unnerved,
after all I found his address on Google and then sent him a letter.
"Don't let your loyalty become your slavery,
if they don't appreciate what you bring to the table- make them eat alone,"
Monoxide is very wise. Fuck Pennsylvania and those that ran away;
I can meet Eminem, I remember wanting to marry him when I was 12,
but don't worry, Monoxide, I would rather marry you at almost 25;
would you marry me, though? We could have a grand wedding cake,
you could smoke lots of weed and other guests could get drunk on Goose-
til death do us part- in sickness and health, a love that lasts for life.
But, one could only dream. However, maybe, when I get to Roseville--
Monoxide has received my long, drawn out letter!

Eh, I like Frank O'Hara's better because it feels more natural and I want that natural feel to it than just a list. But, I think this led to my good dream last night. Anyway, here is Frank O'Hara's Laura Turner Has Collapsed


  1. Who is the person you are writing about in the first poem?

    Still hard to believe it's been 15 years since Columbine.

    1. Survivors in general, but also the guy that started the Columbine group/fundraiser.

    2. Oh, okay! It's a good tribute to them.

    3. Thank you. :) Yeah, poem #1 speaks a lot to me with my experiences.