more found poetry

faint blue lines
i admired the
young punk

...

Hope, maybe
And sadness
Blue for loyalty
red for passion
The white flag of surrender
red for love and hate. Red for war
red
white
red
white

...

distress, brooding
'Good people do bad things'
wrong?
wrong?
guilty

break me.

...

trembling, i answered
it must be contagious.
i sent her running to that onslaught.

...

These lies were
motivated by
uncertainty.
Armed with
identical
footsteps,
except for a
fraction
of
good.

...

dilapidated
they continue walking
all
broken
ties surround.
the gargoyle fell
wheezing
weatherworn, unpainted
it blends.
he
carries
the light.

found poetry

Last year, my friend Mallory was working on an 'altered book' for one of her college classes and she sugguested that I try it out. I decided to skip out on all the drawing and other 'artsy' stuff that was included in her book because I am by no means an artist, so I mostly stuck to 'found poetry'. Which is basically where you take whatever words and sentences that strike your fancy and put them together to make your own poem. Where the words are placed or found on the page is also pretty important to the feel of the poem and that gets lost here so bare with me as I try to mimick that! So here is some of the poems I have so far..
i had been sick
i was supposed to be
dead
i had
mysteriously failed to die
i
put one foot in front of the other.


...

an odd, airy lightness a
free-for-all of mixed-up signals and crossed mental wires.
undulating,
disappearing like a
drop of dye in a glass of water. Everything shimmied and
wobbled.


the jumble in my head
drifted
in dream.


...

my dream.
my big American dream.
words

give honor to my life.
an essential role
was


breaking

...

a man with sensitivity once
was magic

he
discovered
no past

an anguished soul longing for
anything.

...

to be upset
to cry
street lamp tears
glistening
desperate
truths
i withdrew
in silence,
pure confusion.

about this blog

I have decided to create this blog because I am in need of a place to keep copies of all my poems. What better place than the vast span of cyberspace? Scraps of paper shoved in between pages of books and in various other nooks and cranies are no longer working for me :) Most of these poems will be ones I have written in the past (ie high school) but I will also post new ones.Which is where I got the name of my blog, because these poems are pretty much an inside look at where I was in my life when I wrote them, what I was going through, and how I was feeling. Also be warned that most of my 'poems' are just the ramblings of an imaginitive mind. That being said...Enjoy!