I posted these on another thread where I wasn't the OP but the responses are like less than 5. I want peoples feedback but I am against 'bumping' so I'll blog it up.

Both of these poems were written in 2001 in my 10th grade creative writing class. They weren't for an assignment, they were part of a school wide literary booklet with work voted on by the students.

Here goes.....


The Panther

There is no pain
in meaningless laughter.
Suspicious motions
and thoughtless chatter.

Lifeless questions
breathe brilliant answers.
Clocks run 'round.
Take in the Panther.

This is not.
Guess what is?

Aspirations run wild
with time at their side.
There is no time for time
though time is so wide.

Wide as the sky.
As new born blue eyes.

Accuse the Panther,
he'll put up his shield.

His powerful shield blocks all that isn't.
Assuming you've made the correct indecision.

What will this be?
Os is it this?

Bring in the Panther
and he will control,
your life and your living
and your world as a whole.


The Trip

Of what is
and shouldn't be.
I find myself
inside of me.

Peering out at
the nighttime sky.
Blinking eyes
in the sky am I.

Lost upon the smokey clouds.
Lawless kites.
I am proud.

There.
Do you see it there?

The powerful cathedral
that rises so high.
I watch myself
walking inside.

Take in the gallery
of perfect disproportion.
Take in the wizards
almighty potion.

Objects will change
and even spin.

Drop the bomb.
The fun begins.

Styrofoam insides
push velvet skin.
Your bow and your arrow
puncutre something within.

Silence.

So now the night ends.
So now things remain.
So for now everything
just looks the same.