Marie 03
10-09-06, 11:49 PM
Hey all. I've been lurking on here for a while, but haven't posted anything yet. I went all the way back to page one and have read about 90% of the poems on here. I wanted to pay my dues so to speak before I posted anything on here.
I thought I would start off by posting the poem that got me into poetry. It was an AP English assignment in 12th grade in 2003 that I did in about 5 minutes before the bell rang. We had to write about an awakening and I decided to do a little flip on it.
Bubble
Like a rooster waking before sunrise
My soul has finally risen
The plastic bubble around me has been popped,
and suddenly, I’m not protected anymore.
My smile has gone schizophrenic with new personalities-
frown, smirk, astonishment, sadness
are seen everyday across my visage.
Words and phrases touch my clean ears
like scalding coals.
Images and visions
scar my green eyes, marring their clarity.
I want my bubble back!
Send my smile back to therapy
to lose the other personalities, I only want one.
Give me ice to cool the burns
But that would all be too easy.
The scars on my eyes won’t fade
They are no longer naive
I’m growing out of my bubble world.
Look at the yellow flecks
drowning in emerald.
My eyes show I’ve changed.
I can never go back.
I thought I would start off by posting the poem that got me into poetry. It was an AP English assignment in 12th grade in 2003 that I did in about 5 minutes before the bell rang. We had to write about an awakening and I decided to do a little flip on it.
Bubble
Like a rooster waking before sunrise
My soul has finally risen
The plastic bubble around me has been popped,
and suddenly, I’m not protected anymore.
My smile has gone schizophrenic with new personalities-
frown, smirk, astonishment, sadness
are seen everyday across my visage.
Words and phrases touch my clean ears
like scalding coals.
Images and visions
scar my green eyes, marring their clarity.
I want my bubble back!
Send my smile back to therapy
to lose the other personalities, I only want one.
Give me ice to cool the burns
But that would all be too easy.
The scars on my eyes won’t fade
They are no longer naive
I’m growing out of my bubble world.
Look at the yellow flecks
drowning in emerald.
My eyes show I’ve changed.
I can never go back.