Your marble words ice the tip of my tongue, melting like snowflakes like a dissapearing snake.
The night sky became like a room of silver, silken, sad, uncertain. As the light reflects of the sky, they catch more glitter that twinkle and shine.
As eyes stare endlessly towards the sky. my fill and keep life from spilling. Rain begins to crash all around, falling like stars and eagles soaring high.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
The Storm, the Rain
The clouds roll in, dark and filled with thunder waiting, hoping for the rain to fall.
Blades of grass blow in directions synchronizing with gusts of wind whipping and curling around, moving all that is surrounding us.
We sit on the brightly green grass as it tickles us with each little flicker or sway.
Full of dark blues and grays, the sky transforms colors as the storm; the rain, signals the beginning, the droplets on our noses.
A minute passes, thunder rolls in with loud bangs shaking the ground as it becomes still, the world around us lifeless.
Hot air stiff and motionless silences our caution for the rain to pour.
Crashing down like little bullets from each and every dark cloud, simple streams of water, hitting harshly and swiftly against our faces, clothes, blurring our eyes.
Looking at one another, laughing and running around on the slippery hill, falling and colliding, splashing and pushing each other as the rain sent from dark masses in the sky softens and goes dull.
The world around us distills, eyes lock on as we lay beside one another in the wet muddy grass, covered from head to toe barely recognizable. Smiles grow large, teeth shine and shimmer, the storm, the rain a summer memory that will always remain.
Blades of grass blow in directions synchronizing with gusts of wind whipping and curling around, moving all that is surrounding us.
We sit on the brightly green grass as it tickles us with each little flicker or sway.
Full of dark blues and grays, the sky transforms colors as the storm; the rain, signals the beginning, the droplets on our noses.
A minute passes, thunder rolls in with loud bangs shaking the ground as it becomes still, the world around us lifeless.
Hot air stiff and motionless silences our caution for the rain to pour.
Crashing down like little bullets from each and every dark cloud, simple streams of water, hitting harshly and swiftly against our faces, clothes, blurring our eyes.
Looking at one another, laughing and running around on the slippery hill, falling and colliding, splashing and pushing each other as the rain sent from dark masses in the sky softens and goes dull.
The world around us distills, eyes lock on as we lay beside one another in the wet muddy grass, covered from head to toe barely recognizable. Smiles grow large, teeth shine and shimmer, the storm, the rain a summer memory that will always remain.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Free write : life so far
I guess things are going alright so far, im pretty stressed out with having to figure out college and expenses on top of im pretty scared of driving right now, i feel like im going to fail. I just really hope i can pass and gewt my liscence. Its raining right now outside, its very soothing and relaxing. I wish i could be at home instead of at school, i love listening to the rain hit the roof and create soothing sounds. I could just fall asleep right now. I miss my girlfriend terribly, i havent seen her in a month now, ill be seeing her over spring break but i wish it were right now. Its getting hard to deal with everything going on in my life on my own. Things have gotten really complicated with my life, i just wish everything could be so easily managed.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Object Poem
I remember your face always as a memory, a past of you blurred.
The happiness I can see on the surface, was I to young to concur?
A simple smile, those old squinting eyes.
My love was blind and unsure, I never knew why I was to be blamed for your mistakes, you wrong deeds.
Kept pondering, wondering where you had gone, had my strength and source of encouragement been hidden? without your guidance where did I shine?
When I needed you the most, a hand to hold, a finger to wipe a tear from my cheek, those nights and days asking and calling but never recieveing a answer or birthday wish.
My father, my dad, my childhood abandoned.
The happiness I can see on the surface, was I to young to concur?
A simple smile, those old squinting eyes.
My love was blind and unsure, I never knew why I was to be blamed for your mistakes, you wrong deeds.
Kept pondering, wondering where you had gone, had my strength and source of encouragement been hidden? without your guidance where did I shine?
When I needed you the most, a hand to hold, a finger to wipe a tear from my cheek, those nights and days asking and calling but never recieveing a answer or birthday wish.
My father, my dad, my childhood abandoned.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Comment to Kaila Franquist
Indeed, i love how you used the repition of the "10" its very clever. great job :)
Comment to Kerry Eithner
I love your last paragraph that starts with " Don't be a fish in a fish tank" to me this feels as if high school is the fish tank and everyone is a fish. be original, be out of the norm. I feel like i can personally relate with just being able to live and enjoy life. You did such a great job on this poem, i can't wait to see what other poerty you come up with :)
After Years (senior Poem)
The days pass, time drags on, the seasons forever changing.
recalling old memories as the leafs fall from the trees,turning from lively green to rusted red.
Warming the soul and rekindling simple senses, a tasteful cup of coffee to start my morning before the day begins.
As the sun rises, and the rays reflect golds making my sleepy eyes come to life.
Smiles i miss grew across faces, sending sparks and tingles through my skin.
The months descend and lazyness sets in, where has this year gone? But where have i been? Who is this person i use to sit by each and everyday, what happened to the friends and laughs through the halls i use to see.
I"ll stare through the frosted glass of my cold window, wiping away the residue, forever waiting for a past, a friend, a laugh, a hug, a tear, a fight...
A senior year and every new day thats starts with the cup of coffee.
recalling old memories as the leafs fall from the trees,turning from lively green to rusted red.
Warming the soul and rekindling simple senses, a tasteful cup of coffee to start my morning before the day begins.
As the sun rises, and the rays reflect golds making my sleepy eyes come to life.
Smiles i miss grew across faces, sending sparks and tingles through my skin.
The months descend and lazyness sets in, where has this year gone? But where have i been? Who is this person i use to sit by each and everyday, what happened to the friends and laughs through the halls i use to see.
I"ll stare through the frosted glass of my cold window, wiping away the residue, forever waiting for a past, a friend, a laugh, a hug, a tear, a fight...
A senior year and every new day thats starts with the cup of coffee.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
My Real name is # 2
Today a new beginning, tomorrow a understanding
Yesterday my name was treated like a child
Today my name is a growing adult
Tomorrow my name will be the one who they thought would never make it
Deep down I make the choice to succeed rather than fall
Today a new beginning, tomorrow a understanding
Yesterday my name was treated like a child
Today my name is a growing adult
Tomorrow my name will be the one who they thought would never make it
Deep down I make the choice to succeed rather than fall
Today a new beginning, tomorrow a understanding
my Real Name is # 1
The lesser myself today, the more for tomorrow I am
Yesterday my name was Dominique.
Today my name is kind hearted, a rare gem of the soul.
Tomorrow my name will be the absent, the hiding, the sleeping.
Deep down I know my name is love to share with only one.
But the lesser myself today, the more for tomorrow I am.
Yesterday my name was Dominique.
Today my name is kind hearted, a rare gem of the soul.
Tomorrow my name will be the absent, the hiding, the sleeping.
Deep down I know my name is love to share with only one.
But the lesser myself today, the more for tomorrow I am.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Image # 3
This picture instantly made the words " giving up" pop into my head. I feel as if im letting myself go, as if im faling without ease or dexterity to what i could fall upon. The girl to me resembles the weight of the world pushing down against her without hesitation as if shs literally being oushed through the floor. The expression on her face makes me think that she is careless with what is happening around her.
Image # 1
When i look at this photo i feel like im traveling to a place unknown, dull yet numb to the surroundings and the world. As i look into the distance i see emptiness and wastelands filled with sand, past lives and stories that will never be told again. A place where we dump ourselves so we can lose grip on reality. I feel sadness for the long distance we must travel on the railroad tracks to a never ending journey.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Natures Finest
Nature’s venomous taste on the tip of my tongue.
Burning and scolding,words are now dust.
A curious tune, forever a song unsung.
Lies creep through a life's work gone undone.
These treacherous fiends, these promises a must.
Nature’s venomous taste on the tip of my tongue.
Fermented, a delicate bouquet of emotions is hung.
Intoxicating all senses, a poisoned perfume luring with lust.
A curious tune, forever a song unsung.
Stun the heart, for a cry is among
Impure is the blood, turning to rust.
Nature’s venomous taste on the tip of my tongue.
Speculate wonders, recall fragile strings unstrung.
Eyes blossom no more, no sight in August.
A curious tune, forever a song unsung.
Surroundings unfamiliar, savages adjust.
Laughing, mocking, words of disgust.
Nature’s venomous taste on the tip of my tongue.
A curious tune, forever a song unsung.
Shades of white and gold
Rays shade my eyes as the sun rises to greet me with the morning. Thick curtains reflect the colors of greens and blues shimering and dancing around the white walls of my room. My skin glistens under blankets of gold and white signaling my waking and dawing of the day to start and end. Fragrances fill my lungs and scent the air of lingers til new perfumes of food arrive.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Comment to Erin Greib
I really like your line " i am uncertainty that keeps you awake at night" This makes me feel like i am the uncertainty, the reason why im awake at night. Your structure is direct and to the point, nice job :)
Full moon me (Dominique Lee)
I am deep and distinctive red flowing from the veins when oxygenated
A square thats equal yet parallel on all sides
The thunder before the rain swells the earth all around
Proud as a leopard, stealthy and deadly to my prey
Simple yet complex when lyrics are dancing around in my head
Forever young when 21 is yet to come
The core of existence, the very fabric of time
Vintage worn out love seat filled with memories never forgotten
Music for the heart and soul
Italy where romance and fine cuisine brings beauty to the eyes Fire smothering the decay of the old and bringing anew
Forever lasting oak tree with bark telling a centuries old tale
A heart restarted, a gasp for a breath
I am life reborn
Monday, February 8, 2010
Nouns, adjectives, and verbs
Nouns -
goblet - a drinking vessel
modernism - a tendency in theology to accommodate traditional religious teaching to contemporary thought and especially to devalue supernatural elements
glumness - broodingly morose
injudiciousness -not judicious
philtre - chiefly British
Adjectives -
pneumatic - chiefly British
legato -in a manner that is smooth and connected
Aback - in a position to catch the wind upon the forward surface
auroral -in a position to catch the wind upon the forward surface
hoar - Etymology: Middle English hor, from Old English hār; akin to Old High German hēr hoary
Verbs -
blouse - a long loose overgarment that resembles a shirt or smock and is worn especially by workmen, artists, and peasants
adjudge, - to hold or pronounce to be
beatify -to make supremely happy
recommitting -to entrust or consign again
unlink - to become detached
goblet - a drinking vessel
modernism - a tendency in theology to accommodate traditional religious teaching to contemporary thought and especially to devalue supernatural elements
glumness - broodingly morose
injudiciousness -not judicious
philtre - chiefly British
Adjectives -
pneumatic - chiefly British
legato -in a manner that is smooth and connected
Aback - in a position to catch the wind upon the forward surface
auroral -in a position to catch the wind upon the forward surface
hoar - Etymology: Middle English hor, from Old English hār; akin to Old High German hēr hoary
Verbs -
blouse - a long loose overgarment that resembles a shirt or smock and is worn especially by workmen, artists, and peasants
adjudge, - to hold or pronounce to be
beatify -to make supremely happy
recommitting -to entrust or consign again
unlink - to become detached
What lips my lips have kissed
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more
This poem makes me experience many emotions and situations where life is either being taken away or love is being lost. When reading, i feel the pain and emorse for the memories and little moments shared between two lovers.
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more
This poem makes me experience many emotions and situations where life is either being taken away or love is being lost. When reading, i feel the pain and emorse for the memories and little moments shared between two lovers.
Friday, February 5, 2010
The New Beginning
Things have been going great lately, i have a fresh start and the most incredible girlfriend in the world. I am already planing out my future, i know how im going to accomplish my goals and dreams in life. I am ready, i know i am. Right now college is then hardest thing i have been thinking about lately, currently i am thinking about going to macomb community college because its affordable and i will also be able to save money for when i transfer to University of Michigan so i can go to the school of art and design. Its really crazy to think that im already on track with graduating and starting my life after high school.
Life is changing before me, i can already see how much i have grown as a person and how i am becoming an adult. So many changes are happening and im loving what those changes are bringing me, nothing but good fortune. For now while im still in high school im just going to lay back and breathe in life, friends, school, and all the other good things around me. Also i hope the play "to kill a mocking bird" challenges all of my creative abilites so i can improve my skills as an artist and a designer. I want to give this production all that i can and make it the best it can be.
Life is changing before me, i can already see how much i have grown as a person and how i am becoming an adult. So many changes are happening and im loving what those changes are bringing me, nothing but good fortune. For now while im still in high school im just going to lay back and breathe in life, friends, school, and all the other good things around me. Also i hope the play "to kill a mocking bird" challenges all of my creative abilites so i can improve my skills as an artist and a designer. I want to give this production all that i can and make it the best it can be.
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