My Poems

I really did enjoy exploring poetry and all the literacy terms that come along with it.

Judah G About Me!

I like exploring conversation and philosophy. I enjoy all kinds of art including but not limited to graphic design, comics, and abstract sculptures. I love experiencing emotions. Sometimes even negative ones like sadness. In my poems I’m sure you can recognize lots of different emotions. I love myths and grand story telling.

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My fists feel like fighting And my mouth needs to scream I know I cannot stay here, with civilization smothering me I run, run, run. My lungs work and work I feel my soaking sweat running I peek at places as I run by Freeing forests, shivering slopes, sunny seas I feel my ribs relax and sigh Freedom, peace, calm and beauty I can return to cynical civilization now

Huh hoo haa huh hoo haa Why, why is why also a lettah Blah, blah, yah, blah, blah Listen to me when I’m tacoing to you Boo hooo hoooooo I’m feeling very blue Grump grr grr grump Leave me alone, I’m grumping Boom, boom, boom, boom You always crash around

My Beautiful Drive

My colourful Drive Beautiful diversity My whole world since birth Now I must leave it I will lose my home and friend A new world awaits Quiet suburban streets Only trees, birds breathe the air This could be me too

Beep beep beep beep beep Woken from my deep slumber, I crash and stumble like a bear. What to do wear is the question. The real one is why do we care? Obviously, we wear my pride, my family name, and anxiety too. Mmmu… hooouh. Mmmu… hooouh. I can make it and I am making it! Come my loving God, We got work to do! I grab the driest oats, the ones that we left out. My darling Mom, it is time to wake. Grab my meds for my mind, Gulping sweet water as I begin to brush. Oh my, the crushing DI. Tic toc, what’s the time. Oh! Mmmu… hooouh. Mmmu… hooouh. I can make it and I am making it! A loving embrace and an X too, Rushing out the threshold. Mmmu… hooouh. Mmmu… hooouh I can make it and I am making it! Now, lets go make it.

Like a cruel master, I say you’re wrong They are angry and hurt just like youth I am confused as a child, don’t they see? they are wrong and I show the truth Can not they tell I am like a medic, Here to help them through the sludge? But my mentor explains no, They feel like you judge I bewail at my past doings, Feeling as foolish as a juvenile.

Everyone should be equal We are all so much alike Colours matter in forms of art Not in matters of who’s to die But looking at what has passed You could be mistaken That if you are different You must be reshaped

She had fared better, Days and nights of sniping and snapping, Overcrowded and unbearable living— But the rains finally abate. With a curious tilt of head, A gentle change; Sunny skies and fresher air, She spots a small island. The discovery of land, Her family’s jubilation, laughing and crying, A new sense of hope and peace; How different the world looks.

My words came from the book The World of Angles, by Gossamer Penwyche. The original text was a short retelling of the story Noah’s Ark from the doves perspective. I chose this text became I felt the symbolism of leaving anxiety and searching for the hope and peace that is yet to come.

The big, grey box that makes and breaks minds, like mine, yet— sometimes a mind energized by loving the learning. That big, grey box. I’m small. I’m minuscule. I can’t do it. Can I do it? If I can’t do it, can I do the real world? Oh you, big, grey beast of information! My biggest frienenemy yet. You bring up the blues, you make me feel alive. Sometimes black, never white, always grey.

You are stubborn, not seeing the other side. You are like a youth, trying to help Yet not always sure how. You are the wood in the walls Unseen, but needed there. I could not be without you, But often I can’t see you. But you are sturdy, Never letting go. Thank you. Curse you! You are me and I am you, My loving worldview.

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