Poems from the Dirty U

Happy Wednesday!

I'm very very very hungry so I'm not going to spend much time with an introduction before I rush off to find some food, but I just want to say how excited I am that people are enjoying my poems! If you want to keep up to date on SO&OP, give me a follow! And always feel free to leave a comment or share with your friends - the more the merrier.

Here's a poem that I wrote last week while I was home for Thanksgiving - hence "Dirty U" which is what the kids call Underwood these days. The following is based on a true story.

Hometown 11/25/16

Back home, 2 a.m.

Driving through the cold November air

34 degrees blowing through

the open sunroof so I can see the stars

as they flicker to the mellow bass

singing from the stereo.

Parked, seat back,

trying to find the little dipper

but I know nothing of constellations.

I wonder why the passenger seat sits empty

and if other people see the stars in color

and why my memories feel borrowed.

My car returns to the highway,

my hand reached up into the air,

and I feel the music pound.

"That's poetic," I say to myself,

"I must remember to write that down."

Flashback to my emo days...

Happy Tuesday!
 I'm sitting in a comfy chair in the library, drinking a caramel latte, and wearing festive Christmas socks. Before I head off to my Holocaust Literature class (ooh, ahh) I thought I might post another poem.
This is another old one I found the other day on a random piece of printer paper mixed into a large pile of secondhand sight-singing books. I have no idea when I wrote this poem, but I imagine it was sometime during my sophomore year of high school when I thought everything was romantically tragic. Silly me. Anyway, enjoy this untitled poem about some sort of inner turmoil I was feeling as a 15 year old.

Untitled. Date unknown.

Eclectic bodies and

Alien hearts and

Foreign concepts and

Unworldly thoughts

Whatever turns heads

Turns the world 'round

Gravity pulls us back to our beds

But we take you all over town

Hiding around the corner

A piece of the galaxy sleeps

Dressed in business formal

Disguised as the daughter who weeps

She lies waiting

Speaking in tongues only she understands

Always

Welcome to SO&OP

Hello, and thank you for checking out Stars, Overreactions, and Other Poisons! If you're into free verse poetry, you've come to the right place. Here I'll post my favorite original poems, so please enjoy! Tell your friends! Poetry is cool, kids!

To get this off to a running start, here is the first poem I wrote in my first notebook dedicated solely to poetry. I was determined to fill that notebook with poems, writing one per day. Let's just say that didn't last long. But here I hope to stay diligent in writing poetry, and hopefully any readers I have will keep me accountable. So without further ado...

Untitled. 4/11/16

I want to write poetry

the kind that makes you feel

like a helium balloon

and a lead bullet

all at once

the kind that makes you see

a starless night sky

on the ceiling

of your lonely bedroom

at 2 am

when the world seems blank.

I want to write poetry

the kind that presses

on your ribs

with the force

of a thousand brand new lies

and a thousand antique truths.

Poetry made of

city streets

you've never walked,

country roads

you've never taken.

But my words

my words are few

and far between

and lost in jumbled letters.