schedule of love.

Carefully read the following poem. In a well organized essay, determine the tone of Schedule of Love and explain the speaker's final attitude toward his/her subject using literary devices such as repetition, assonance, irony, sensory imagery, and diction.

surprise! at eyes' first glance in the morn
never dost thou fail to say hello.
surprise! at bell's first toll,
never dost thou forget these hands so cold.
surprise! with every hiatus noon,
never dost thou neglect the hungry moans.
and at every sweet sorrow part, surprise!
never dost thou fail to claim your love.

never dost thou fail nor forget.
nor fall to neglect.
what a surprise, that thou never miss a step,
nor rearrange this orderly kept
Schedule of Love.

inspiration: shakespeare; 5th period hodges ap english literature

♥ erato

pH

your positivity attracts me
canceling out my negativity
making things neutral.
neutral like an acid & a base reacting..
creating.. a pH of seven.
seven, an odd number.
odd like a pair of mix matching socks on cold feet.
like two minus one is an odd end.
an end i cant defend.

♥ erato

so sweet.

i bend down to tie my shoe,
then stand to say a word
and see that he is turned and
living up to our founding father's beliefs
that all men are created equal,
he speaks to all but one.
isnt he so sweet.

i do my best and give my all
to try to win this race..
just want to say the perfect words
yet i see that he is turned
living up to the expectations and desires
of all but one.
isnt he so sweet.

a kind heart, who yearns to please all
and is always at best
here, and there and everywhere,
this makes it tough
for one,
for all is enough,
all but one.
isnt he so sweet.

♥ erato

sonnet 1 (unfinished..)

a wilting rose will always have an end,
and even if it will drink every day,
the petals will fall and the stem will bend.
to keep it alive, think of what to say,
sweet talk it up until the morning comes;
be rid of all the hurting thorns that might
destroy the vibe brought by his lasting hums
and leave her no choice but just to take flight;

*author's note: an english sonnet is supposed to end with a rhyming couplet solution.
i guess the problem here is i dont know what my solution is yet.

one of many

one of many branches
fallen from the tree
one of many blades of grass
losing all its green

one of many feathers
taken from a flight
one of many rays
burning all in sight

one of many rocks
piled upon the gravel
one of many footsteps
trailed behind by travel

one of many memories
lost within the time
one of many lovers
weakest at the prime


♥ erato

Aftershock

why do we wait?
to get treatment or medication,
after sickness has already taken action?
delay and denial..
ignoring the symptoms.
why do we wait to react,
til we've become the victims?

why do we wait?
til it's too late?
why do we change?
wait till we're deranged?
when theres no way out?
with no voice left to shout?

its all in the aftershock.
whats thrown in our faces to mock
us and make us see
what our eyes and our lies
couldnt make us be.
a rude awakening to the realities.
a syringe to drain out our fantasies.
the aftershock.


♥ ERATO

inspiration:
House, the tv show
Aftershock by Drew(ofVarsity)

out the window.

from the inside looking out,
it's hard to realize whats it all about.
it's blurry through the window,
with dirty smudges on the pane,
i glance at you and wonder,
do you feel the same?
i take two steps back, after one toward the door,
cuz i cant think of much to say anymore.
ive run out of feelings, and run out of words.
i just look out the window, and leave you to the birds.
i shouldnt fret this time; cuz this isnt anything new.
the only difference now though, is that im letting you
be you.

♥ ERATO

location: cypress library.
inspiration: feelings of distant nostalgia.

tick tock, tick tock.

tick tock, tick tock
nobody likes the pressure of a clock.
so stop. for a minute. and realize.
look into the horizon & see the sunrise.
look into your neighbor's eyes,
and tell me.
are you holding something back?
is this moment filled with lack?
lack of words, lack of thought, lack of action.
tick tock, tick tock.
think back for a second. are there words in your head?
anything you've never said?
dont let the ocean breeze, take your whispers across the seas.
dont let your sealed lips, give your neighbor an eclipse..
of your mind. of your feelings. of your love.
tick tock, tick tock. lets bring back the clock.
theres 9 months left until june 09.
dont wait until you've run out of time.
cuz with every sunrise, theres a sunset.
and you dont want your heart morose with regret.
tick tock, tick tock.
dont just stare at the sky.
turn to your neighbor, and genuinely say hi.
cuz sooner or later, it'll be time to say bye.

(senior sunrise, september 15, 2008)

♥ erato

in bed

another defjam/spokenword attempt. i liked my idea.

Last night, i slept with Regret.
i let his fingers run over my body,
felt and smelt his sweat take over me..
last night i slept with Regret.
and when i woke up, i did forget.

Last night i slept with Envy.
i felt him travel down my back,
while wondering.. what do i lack?
last night i slept with Envy.
i laid there helpless, as he raped me...

And tore me up, inside and out;
Though in pain, i could not shout!
I thought myself a whorish wreck,
but still i let them kiss my neck.

Last night i laid in bed.
alone with thoughts in my head.
Lost the innocence from deep within me,
Regret & Envy.. took my virginity.

♥ erato

Try Again.

(i started getting into defjam poetry. this is meant to be spoken word, so it sounds better if i would "perform" it. hahahaha.)

What happens when you try? You try and you try, but you can't win.
You try and you try, but it's always a dead end. and you cant help but try again.
Cuz there's always hope.
False or true, it dont matter to you. This hope.
False or true, you still choose.. To forgive. To condone.
Like everything that went wrong was a fault of your own.
Like the words in your heart were spoiled fruit, overgrown.
And you cant see. you cant believe.
That he's suffocating.
Suffocatin like, he sees you too much, and he's tired of your touch.
Suffocatin like, he's tired of your calls and texts, like he always knows what comes next.
But you're scared to let him breathe..
and the closer you hold him, the sooner he leaves..the sooner you cry.
and you cant wait, to see him again to call him again. You vacillate.
You dont understand, he dont reach for your hand.
Not anymore. not like before.
His eyes dont sparkle when the sky is clear,
his arm dont tremble when you bring him near
Not anymore, not like before.
And you want to speak up but youre afraid to say,
cuz anything serious will drive him away...
Away on a road, on a different path.
And you end up reminiscin' about the love that you had.
What happens when you try? You try and you try, but you can't win.
You try and you try, but it's always a dead end. And you cant help..
but try again.

♥ erato