Autumn's Physics

Day three or four of posting a poem everyday? I don't know. But this is the one I am most proud of as far as form and set-up goes. as for Language, however, I think I could have done better, but maybe you'll think differently.

Remember the crisp autumn leaves
Falling into gravity’s clutches
Like the perfect little examples
Of physics that they were?
I whisper softly into her ear
Remember the days leading up to winter?
Remember the breaths of autumn
That we took in together?
Remember the smell?
The air of the season?
Remember the taste of each other’s lips
Pressed between the pages of our books
Like the dead, but beautifully dead shapes
That fell from the sky?

I remember
She responds
I remember the red flames that shot
From your lips, that singed my hair
I remember your words burned
Like the blazing summer sun, and
I remember all the times I thought that we
Were forever one, but as the season drew to a close
As the snow covered the tree’s beautiful children
Everything seemed dead to me, every cold wind
Reflected your outer appearance, and
Every snowflake had lost its virginal glow
Every day the world grew colder, and
Every day the limbs that connected us became
More stiff, and more dead, until that grand day when
The final blow was struck down, breaking the icicles
That linked us, and setting me free.

But do you remember the autumn?

I only remember the fall.

Arithmetic Warfare

I am trying to continue writing every day at least until school starts, and I've been doing great, except for the fact that I wrote something yesterday AFTER I had posted my old poem titled "O! What A Night" well, here it is, what I wrote yesterday, and tomorrow I will post what I wrote today, and so on. I hope I'll have my internet working again tomorrow, but we'll see. For now I'm borrowing a laptop from someone.

This poem is called Arithmetic Warfare, and is a poem geared towards children about the horrors of war. It's not exactly my best work, but I think the ending is pretty powerful, so perhaps your excuse it's fallacies once you reach the end.

All the children

Punished for not knowing

See the rabbits and deer

And dogs and cats

And little baby birds who cannot fly

Run from where they once were

To where they will later reside.

It is not that they play

But that they sense

They sense things we do not

And those senses are flaring on this day.

That is why you are the punished children

You are the ones who do not know

The birds and beasts

The fish and sheep

They know of what comes as you sit

Alone in your classroom

Listening to the teacher's drones

Instead of the drones from the sky.

Above is the fury of another world

Falling upon us

And you

You learn of three times two

Is six little airplanes flying above

Four times two is the eight little bombs

And twelve times two

are the twenty four little boys

And little girls

Who will not make it home tonight.

O! What a Night!

This poem samples lots from different places, I took a line from the movie A Clockwork Orange,"Oh it was Gorgeousness and Gorgeosity made flesh", I took a line from a song by The Unicorns "But.... it yet remains"(an AMAZING rock band, if you're into really raw sounding pop-punk, they're for you), and I took a song title from a Babyshambles song (another amazing band, they're a british-indie-pop-rock band fronted by Pete Doherty) "La Belle et las Bette" and changed it around a bit, "Il était la belle sans la bête" . But, this is all my original work, I just think it's fun to allude to things like that.


I used an online translator for the French in the very last stanza, if anyone knows French, it would be WONDERFUL if you could post a comment that just translates that phrase exactly, and then maybe you could post what the proper grammar of it would be in French. Thank you, because I honestly don't know ANY French, but for some reason I have a strong desire for those two lines to be in French.

Flames fill my throat
Pressure, my head
I don't feel it
But it has happened
I have crossed over
Another world,
Another time
Another place
A place I don't remember
But a place I have lived all my life.


Conversations are lost
To the winds of the warm afternoon
To the fog in my head
To the sense of vision
It has taken over my memory
Like a silent movie, short clips play
Over and over again in my mind
I don't remember them
They didn't happen to me
But they did happen to me

The lights dance before my eyes
One color contains all
They dance like bulls in china shops
Graceful, but without a purpose
It's better on the ground
It's always better on the ground

Flying through time and space
Something I don't remember
The silent film plays on loop
But I can not read lips
And these lips do not speak
We reach the end
I remember the end

A new time
A new place
And a new set of stars
to feast my eyes upon
The sirens close in
But the sirens I shove back
They reach the back of my mind
And there they are muffled
Everything is new, old and new.

I have seen it before
But it is new to me.

O! the beauty
Alas, the visions of my life had all been lies
All but this one whisper softly
Behind my back, horrible falsehoods
But this one, this vision
It yet remains.

Green sprouts, how does it grow?
Brown clumps, how did they die?

Then it all ceases
The questions are silent again
The beat of a drum is all that is left
The drums play like never before
O! It was gorgeousness and Gorgeosity made flesh
It was the beauty missing the beast
Il était la belle sans la bête
I don't want it to end
But it all ends too quickly

I remember the morning
The night is gone forever
Though, O! what a night it was
The voices lost to time
The visions scratched as film prints
Il est allé
Mais je me rappelled
O! How I remember

Forever's Children

I just wrote this, and I just remembered I have a blog to post poems and stuff in.... oh how I have forsaken you, my blog.

I am a failed poet, seeing as
Form eludes me
I do not know when to break lines
Or when a line should drag on, seemingly forever, into the depths of eternity.
But the truth hovers above the world
In black clouds that predict storms
And when the world sings
The storm breaks and truth
Reigns over the black lies that breathe
From forever's door.
And forever is shot into the darkness of
A thousand suns reversed
and we,
The children of the earth
Shall live for the now until the day
We too pass beyond forever's door
And see the remnants are merely never
And into the never us children fall
Forever.