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message 1: by Kriss (last edited Aug 24, 2013 10:41PM) (new)

Kriss (krisslee) | 5015 comments Mod
In my socks I am five-foot-two
every inch of it contains secrets
of who I am; perfections and imperfections
blue eyes and blonde hair and a pierced ear
love and life and laughter
tears and fear and loneliness

In the mornings I open blue eyes
they are pale cerulean, like the December sky
they are also bloodshot, with a sheen of
incomprehension; give it a few hours and you will
see it disappear as quick as summer always seems to
maybe it is a character fault, but i'm in love
with the feel of sleep
waking up is the only nightmare
I ever have

In my converse, I push five-foot-three
The height does not make me
any different, any stronger
it does not transform me into someone else
it is when you dress me for Life and put
a smile on my lips that I become a stranger

In the evenings I struggle to keep those eyes open
it is the mere effect waiting has on me, for it is with
bated breath that I seem to stand before those
metaphorical bus stops, always for the bus
to nowhere, or the bus to
happiness, to college,
to somewhere else
sign me up for the Army
I'm not coming home

In my running shoes, I push five-foot-three
it is here that I feel the closest to
somewhere else, as though the mere power of
my runner's legs may take me anywhere I wish
it is now that everything escapes me, it is now
over hills and through the town, by the road and
past houses with opaque windows
that I find myself with no identity, no pressure
one step forward, then one more

It is in the nights when my mascara smears, my eyes look like bruises
but it is now when I am beautiful, when I am empowered
let me tell you the secret of me, and it is that
now (right now) I find a voice, a quiet voice
it is saying you were born
(yes, yes I was)
you were born for something
more; I laugh at the possibility, the notion
but there is invulnerability in the grit of my teeth

In my socks I am five-foot-two
every inch of it is perfections and imperfections
I am sometimes cold, I am sometimes cruel
I am sometimes empathetic, I am sometimes lonely
I am sometimes bitter, I am sometimes restless
I am someone's daughter, I am someone's sister
I am someone's lover, I am someone's friend
I am me, but who doesn't struggle
with their identity?


message 2: by Sumaiyya (new)

Sumaiyya | 846 comments Kriiiissss you're an awesome writer! That poem paints a perfect picture of who you are. (Assuming it's about you, of course.)


message 3: by Taylor (new)

Taylor *snaps*

I'm kidnapping you and you're joining my slam team, okay? :)

Would you feel comfortable uploading audio recordings? I'm really curious how you'd do with reading aloud.


message 4: by Kriss (new)

Kriss (krisslee) | 5015 comments Mod
Oh, thank you! And yeah, this one actually is about me to an extent (:

... Also Taylor. You can kidnap me. You don't even have to call it that. It would be willing.

Actualllyyy I've been pondering uploading some audio recordings. I just didn't think anyone would be interested.


message 5: by Taylor (new)

Taylor @Kriss

I would be very interested in recordings. I'm serious about forming a slam group. Maybe not for real competitions, but I think it would be fascinating if we could do online group stuff. Like…create a YouTube channel that we all upload stuff to. Or…if we're feeling tech savvy, we could do duo and group poems together. I have methods for that. :)


Sam~~ we cannot see the moon, and yet the waves still rise~~ | 3061 comments *would totally be interested* :)


message 7: by Kriss (new)

Kriss (krisslee) | 5015 comments Mod
I'll have to do it when I've got time! Currently I'm trying to whip out an essay for my college English class.

But anyways... Out of curiosity, what do you guys like/dislike about this particular poem?


Sam~~ we cannot see the moon, and yet the waves still rise~~ | 3061 comments wait, college? i thought you were younger than that...?

i like how you take something like height, which is totally objective and straight forward and whatever, and yet you can turn it into a way to describe you and what's on the inside and all that. (sorry, sleep-deprived. pretty sure that made no sense. whoops.)

my favorite part:

It is in the nights when my mascara smears, my eyes look like bruises
but it is now when I am beautiful, when I am empowered
let me tell you the secret of me, and it is that
now (right now) I find a voice, a quiet voice
it is saying you were born
(yes, yes I was)
you were born for something
more; I laugh at the possibility, the notion
but there is invulnerability in the grit of my teeth



message 9: by Taylor (new)

Taylor @Sam

She's only 15, but she's probably taking a college English class through her high school or something. My school uses televised lectures with a local school (they say they're a university, but we all still think of them as a community college) to hold class sessions for classes such as English 1010. :)


message 10: by Kriss (new)

Kriss (krisslee) | 5015 comments Mod
I turned sixteen a couple weeks ago! But yes, kind of like what Taylor said. I have teachers who are certified to teach the college classes as well as the highschool ones, and I'm also in an online biology college class.

But anyways, gracias for the comment Sam! I just like knowing what I do right so I can kind of keep doing it (:


message 11: by Olivia (new)

Olivia | 213 comments Amazing. You are truly talented,


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