Bench

When the green lights turn red  
Is when we notice who is sitting on the benches 
On the corner of Taylor and Cedar road 
A man in a puffy mint green coat  


He sits enclosed within three glass walls  
The fourth one, an opening for others to join him You can still see his grey breath, even inside the small glass house  
On the side of the road  
When the green lights turn red Is when he notices us  


On the corner of 117th and St. Claire 
I sit in my car with a soft hum of verses falling out of the speakers  
Warm air creeping through the sleeves of my cropped jacket  


I'm sure he can hear the beat of my engine's heart  
The sputtering of its oil, the blood of its body 
I'm sure he can notice the sheen of its skin  


I would much rather be sitting with him  
I'd like to see my grey breath mix with his  
Side by side in a glass house on the corner of North Main and Bell 
When the green lights turn red  
We all seem to notice

History Test

I had no idea.

Answer the following in essay format. You MUST hand write your response.

Prompt:

Analyse the impact of either the First World War or the Second World War on the development of nationalism in one Asian or African colonial state.

Analyse The Impact 

At the end of the day 

You're scored by quality not quantity 

That's what you said 

Throwing paper at us 

With questions and lines 

As if the thin black stripes with blank space in-between are to guide us 

I am unguided 

Scored by my lack of memory

Graded by my indecency

This will be my last winter here 

I'm tired of breaking down 

I've tried breaking down 

And don't give me fucking sympathy 

This is not a guilt trip 

I do not know the answer 

And they sit beside me and write their accurate ideas but, 

Our elbows rest on the same wooden plate

And we eat our words

And you chew on our thoughts 

No, I do not think you are the devil 

But hell is much warmer than this room 

Pencils rush to fill papers 

Pushed by the hands of you and I

Their grey tips leave stories 

Are you reading my story ?

Or are you grading it?

Only 17 years old 

I have a lot to live for 

Much to learn 

I need to lose things, find people

Scare myself,

Scar myself

Leave this, learn that 

But don't you dare tell me I don't know what it's like out there 

I suppose I'm making it seem like you're the accuser 

I'm just writing this as I go along, really 

My bitten fingernails and stained skin doesn't do me much justice 

With the breath of a child, I am still innocent 

But with the body of a woman, I am not an untouched freckled bath

The room beside us is laughing through the hour 

Quiet in our hour 

We are hard workers in this hour 

So I'd like you to do this for me 

Analyse the impact 

What do these words do for you ?

Tangle

There are several scarfs laying on my lawn chair  

They are tangled between the plastic arm rests

Intertwined with the pastel poppies surrounding it  

Maybe later today it will be a different color  

I will hope to God it hasn't changed  

That bloody sky likes to crawl its way into eardrums and fireplaces  

We are clapping our hands 

An applause to the necks who have stolen my scarfs 

Encore!  

'We'd love another show' 

Says the ruby sky

Soft like my scarfs

I Am So Lonely

Flare

There is a flare in my new sweater  
I bought it for you, but kept it for me  
You left before I could give it to you  


The fabric doesn't like to admit its faulty strength  
To hold together two arm lengths of wool is a big job  
I suppose its buttons are tired as well  


I hate the flare in your sweater  
You only wear it because I gave it to you  
Because you loved me that much

Charge

I am not afraid of you  
Your red leathered fingernails  
I will charge at you  
Like a bull with horns so much greater than a tusk 
I will burst into you  
Like a kiss with no end and a bite with no pause  
I will tear you apart 
You stand there as if the last time we touched you were sleeping  
As if the last time you fucked me, I was dreaming 
I am not afraid of you  
Because I will charge into you
I promise Oh, I promise you will not forget me  
Because I am not afraid of you  
You took so much out of me that the freckles that were once so dark are now fading  
And my arms that were once so strong are weakening  
I am not afraid of you  
I will plant my hooves into this ground 
And whip the flies off my back with my bristled hair  
I am not afraid of you

East Cleveland

With every unprepared pot hole, her skirt was lifted further
Just enough for your winter lips to swallow her whole

I am writing this at red lights
A pause between lines
For me to drop the cement ball of my tired right foot
On the worn plastic which controls this night

Another octave higher, her lungs have filled with a graceful sort of lust
I do not feel my hands on this steering wheel
The open windows have invited the draft of her below zero moans

The silver Chrysler mini-van in front of me  has a dragging tail pipe
While the 6 foot 2 seventeen year old high school drop out is pushed against the fence
His pockets stuffed with the dirty hands of strangers younger than him
Another kick in the groin for their failed findings

The two of you never noticed
Your hands cupping the pockets of air which lie between you and her
A syrup laced liquid, so sweet to your taste

There are ripped 'for sale' signs
One after another
The boarded doors of the Baptist church on the left are whispering the sermon last preached

I am smoking now, at 9:25 PM
There are  fumes coming  from the empty bus on my right
They are now hiding between the  strands of my broken hair

You haven't stopped kissing her
A sequel to last nights events for the two of you
Its been 107 minutes
I will bring you both home now
In the empty city of cold noses and warm hearts 

Revolt

Burning bras, lipstick on our faces

We are the women that men have suffocated since the snake enticed her to bite the apple

We are the women who you have been warned about

With bruises beneath our knees

So much elbow grease

We are the women who raised the flag before it flew

Bloody knuckles, beer breath

Building the tables at which our babies eat

We are the women you’d never think we could be

Coward

I am a coward to your charm 

You have a hold over women like me 

You chain breaking, neck biting bitch

I only hate you

Because I want you

You only left me 

Because I wouldn't

I am such a coward to your charm  

Fragrance

You are sweet 

Your honeyed touch and cinnamon hair 

You are so sweet 

And soft 

People like you 

With a mango tongue 

And peppered skin 

You have apricot eyes

Alarm

If it is loud 

It is for a reason 

If it close

It is because you put it there

If it rings

You should stop it 

Because you need to wake up

Wake up 

You have a meeting 

You have school 

You need to see her 

She needs to see you 

Call your mother 

Call your son 

Set the alarm 

Do not forget 

Do not forget 

To set the alarm 

Everyone is alarmed 

Pills

White and orange 

And blue 

Green sometimes 

With a line in the middle

Letters and numbers

Pills are little people that swim inside your throat when you wash them down with water

Pills are little people that swim inside your brain when you wash them down with wine

Pills are little people with lines down the middle of them

One Word

I found this website called OneWord

It's where you click "go" and you're given a word and 60 seconds to write about it- yes you are timed.
It's super cool, I advise anyone who likes to write to check it out ( :

OneWord.com