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Thoughts on Distance
- I can’t wait to see you.
- How do I make the distance shorter?
- Do you miss me the way I miss you?
- You make me feel too much.
- Do you ever think about me?
- Will it ever be the right time?
- What am I going to do when you’re gone for a day, a month, and eventually longer?
- Why do you do this to me.
- How do I know you’ll put the same amount of effort into this?
- Are there any little things that remind you of me?
- What will I do if I lose you?
- I don’t want to give in, I don’t want to give up.
- How do I stop myself from telling you too much?
- What are your intentions?
- Why do you care?
- I can only wonder how long this will last.
- How do I keep myself from missing you?
- How do I know if you care?
- What will make you fall for me?
- Do you even think about losing me?
- If anyone could make this work, it’s us, I’m sure of it.
- How do I know if you’re being serious?
- Will you ever feel the same way I do?
- How do I know that you’ll stay?
- Sometimes I feel as if we’ve gone so far & gotten so close. & other times I feel so far away, like I know nothing.
- Why do I care so much, like this is life or death?
- What are you doing to me?
- Do I even have to tell you any of this or will you just understand it through the silence?
- How do I stop myself from falling for you.
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I have no motivation. Please pass me another piece of bacon.
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Spring
Stepping off of the airplane. Making my way to baggage claim, my mind was in a fog. It had been so long but there wasn’t much time. The conveyer still wasn’t turning.
The sun however was starting to beam through the glass. Projecting a yellow atmosphere that made me feel like honey. Suddenly a bag slides down, crashing into the rim of the conveyer. One grey bag, that one was mine, but there must have been thirty other grey bags that came before mine. The rush to find my get away vehicle began. There wasn’t much time. I tossed my grey bag in the back then slid into the passenger seat. A brief “hello” would have to satisfy my mother for now. She’d have to forgive me later; there’s just too much on my mind.
I hadn’t slept the entire night before getting to the airport at 5:30 in the morning; maybe it was because my dad kept me up with his snoring, or maybe it was because I was about to see you. Its only now that I realize that I look sleep deprived and a mess; definitely not how I want you to see me. My mom suggest that I should get some rest on the drive back but that seems impossible right now.
You were going to be there, waiting for me. You used to be an acquaintance, then just a friend from high school. I don’t even know your favorite color, your dreams, your fears. I guess you could say the same about me. You were the one who reached out first.
You were at my front door before I knew it, giving me no time to think. Walking to your car with the sun dripping beams of honey over your shoulder. I was only hoping that you felt the same. One little piece of me was screaming to relax, after all its just coffee. It was just one hour because you had to go to the airport too.
Small talk filled the space between us. It was hard to tell the difference between you checking to see if any cars were coming from the right and throwing glances my way when I was talking to you.
Your car is parked and we’re walking towards the coffee shop. Your hand in the small of my back guiding me through the entrance. Little did I know, you don’t even like coffee.
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Self-Reflection
Dear poets, this is my final portfolio, in it contains members of earth and of space. To be more specific most of my poems are based on someone or something inspiring to me such as my fellow Texans, members of our armed forces, intergalactic beings among us, my siblings, and other fellow authors. I chose to keep my poems on a multimedia platform because multimedia plays a big role in the creation of my poems, I’m a very logical and calculated person so a lot of research goes into my poems and that information is accessible through, books, legal documents, scripts, and lyrics all found on multimedia platforms. Some of my poems have a picture included with them, this is because I love pictures, not only do they help visualize, they help captivate a mood. By including these pictures, I hope to set a certain mood before reading through my poems. However, I understand that every reader will paint a uniquely different picture in their mind, that’s why the pictures that I chose to include are more broad and generic pictures that way they get the general understanding of my view while still having the opportunity to expand their own image. I would say that all of my poems are a reflection of each other because for this collection my main goal was to mimic, play with, replace, alter other pieces of work and make them my own I someway. Some of my techniques include redaction, N+7, pulling quotes from other sources, and sound play. This collection reminds me a lot of an arts and craft project: glue everywhere, paper snipping’s, scissors, stickers, papier Mache, and plenty of coloring utensils. All of these poems challenged my writing style because I wanted to change my approach on how I normally write poems, it was both a freeing and a learning experience in which I grew as a poet. My revision process was not a lengthy one. After reviewing all of the comments, that were from both my peers and my professor, on the three poems that I submitted for workshop, I decided to keep my poems as they were. I chose not to change them because even though most of the comments were overwhelmingly positive, the ones that suggested changes I took into consideration but decided against editing because they were attempts to uncomplicated my poems, which I didn’t want to do. A lot of my poems have an underlying sarcastic tone because I am a very sarcastic person, but I don’t think a lot of people caught on to my sarcasm within their first couple of reads and I didn’t want to change some lines because I feel like the more you read my poems the more you can begin to understand who I am, not only as a writer and poet, but as a person. The order of my poems is as follows:
· Tell the stars
· A list of advice given to me, from no one:
· Document 3- Gallup Poll inquiries into American priorities, 1961 to 1965
· Untitled Picture
· Document 5- Report on the Apollo 10 Mission, TIME Magazine, June 6th, 1969
· Weekend update with Seth Meyers
· Imagination challenge #11
· One Fit, Two Fit, Red Fit, Blue Fit
· Deed in The Harsh of Taxes
The order is symbolic to my everyday thoughts. I can go from thinking about the most outlandish, complex things to thinking about something as simple as who I call home. I hope you find a poem you enjoy or relate to or laugh at, please don’t take them too seriously- not every poem is for the heavy hearted. Thank you for letting me share & I always look forward to feedback!
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Tell the stars
Hello, little speck of star dust, small
broken comet, tiny asteroid
crater.
Goodbye, ever orbiting planets, large
crystalized rings, big burning
gases.
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A list of advice given to me, from no one:
1. “The only easy day was yesterday!”
2. “Be All You Can Be”
3. “Peace Through Strength”
4. “You Can”
5. “Shut Up and Listen”
6. “Break the Rules at Your Own Risk.”
7. “Be the pig, not the chicken.”
8. “Practice humility.”
9. “Seek a mentor and be a mentor.”
10. “Communicate.”
11. “Be likeable and valuable.”
12. “Always ask for a lawyer.”
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Taken at a beach, along the coastline. Three siblings appear to be giggly with sand in between their toes, the coastal breeze blowing through their hair, and the sun-kissed stains on their cheeks.
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Document 5- Report on the Apollo 10 Mission, TIME Magazine, June 6th, 1969
By the time they splashed down in the last week, Apollo 10 Astronauts , and had erased just about �� that the U.S. can meet its goal of landing men on the moon before the end of . Even as the astronauts were welcomed aboard the , American space officials were looking to the Apollo 11 scheduled for . Said , head of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration in Houston: "Today, this moment, with the Apollo 10 crew , we know the moon. We will the moon."
In addition to clearing the surface of the moon, the exploits of Charlie Brown, Snoopy and the Apollo 10 crew brought the world the most revealing views of that have ever been available. Remarkable as they were, however, the televised pictures that came across could not begin to match the quality of the movie and still photographs taken by the astronauts.
Awesome Views. Shots of taken from Apollo 10 in its 69-mile-high orbit clearly showed that some areas of the moon have a tint, confirming the astronauts' description. There were awesome views of rugged , long and deep with white glinting starkly in the sunlight. By contrast, the cloud-swirled looked warm and hospitable as it was seen rising above the moon's horizon. Shots of in the Sea of Tranquility gave support to observation that they were "very smooth, like wet clay." The cameras also caught views that were not televised during the mission: Charlie Brown and Snoopy each shown against the background of the moon as they were preparing to .
On its return to earth, Apollo 10 scored a near bull's-eye landing just three miles from the . TV camera crews first caught a spectacular view of what probably was Apollo 10's , glowing like a as it streaked across the predawn sky before being completely consumed by . Then, silhouetted against the lightening sky, the came into view, dwarfed by the trio of 83-ft.-wide that slowed its descent. As the module drifted down, the sky brightened enough for viewers to see the -and- segments of the and pick out details of the rescue hovering protectively like giant , their bright running lights flashing on and off. Finally, precisely days, minutes and seconds after its lift-off from Cape Kennedy -a scant seconds less than the total time calculated for the entire mission by planners months ago - Charlie Brown splashed safely into the warm waters.
On the deck of the , , and looked remarkably fresh as they emerged from the . Clean-shaven, clad in neat, light blue (they had changed aboard the helicopter), the astronauts were greeted by from the white-suited and the shrill welcoming notes of boatswain's pipes. Then summarized the feelings of the crew with a sentence that a few years ago would have been appropriate only in science fiction: "It's really great to be back from the moon."
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Announcer: “Weekend Update” with, Seth Meyers.
Seth Meyers: Good evening, I'm Seth Meyers! Here with me tonight is our special guest, City Correspondent Stefon.
Stefon: Hiii.
Seth Meyers: Well, Stefon -- Spring Break is coming up. What do you remember about the earth?
Stefon: Yes. If you need to get a spot checked out, I know just the place for you. New York's hottest club is... [ deep-voiced] Jelly Bones! Located on the Lower Upper Side... this random home invasion is the creation of legally-drunk clothing designer Nick Nolte and Gabana. As you walk in, you'll be handed a glass of champagne -- or is it piss? [ he covers his mouth] Needless to say, this place has EVERYTHING: Slurpies, Mushmouthes, Litterbugs... Don't worry about security, because it's guarded by an army of hobo-cops.
Seth Meyers: Hobo-cops? Stefon: Homeless Robocops! [ he covers his mouth]
Seth Meyers: Look, Stefon, that sounds like a kind of heavy-duty scene. I was, you know, just looking for something a little more traditional. Can you describe a morning that you woke without fear?
Stefon: [ smiling sadistically] Yesss!
Seth Meyers: I don't know if this is what we're looking for...
Stefon: Not really! [ he laughs]
Seth Meyers: Could you, uh -- could you describe who you are and whom you love?
Stefon: The same.
Seth Meyers: Okay. So, Stefon -- What are the consequences of silence?
Stefon: If you understood, you wouldn't want it to stop!
Seth Meyers: I'm gonna ask you a serious question: Stefon, who was responsible for the suffering of your mother?
Stefon: You know what? You NEVER respect me, Seth! I didn't want to do this here... but I've met someone else! And he's a lot like you... except he likes me for me... and we are getting MARRIED! Bye, Seth Meyers. [ Stefon rolls away] Seth Meyers: Well... [ he shrugs] Stefon, everybody. Sorry about that.
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Imagination challenge #11
Imagine you are on extragalactic planet. Or maybe somewhere else in the Andromeda galaxy. With pockets full of stardust and moon rocks and comets you use to barter with American astronauts for one of Jupiter’s moons because you have only heard great things about the real-estate on Europa and you just wanted a nice space to watch the milky way in orbit around a massive burning and dying star at least that’s what you’re telling the American astronaut, but instead of residing in Europa they want to bring you to Earth and to NASA and to Washington DC because they have never seen a purple being with glowing hair and three fingers and six eyes but what they don’t know is that Intergalactic Bureau of Investigation, IBI for short, sent you to settle on Europa to spy on American astronauts to slow down the process of discovering the Andromeda galaxy and they’ve just helped the IBI out by inviting you to Earth (which will be destroyed soon).
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One Fit, Two Fit, Red Fit, Blur Fit
One fishmonger two fishmonger
red fishmonger bluebottle fishmonger.
Black fishwife blueprint fishwife
old fishwife new fishwife.
This one has a little startings.
This one has a little carbine.
Say! what a lounge
of fist there are.
Yes. Some are red. And some are blunder.
Some are old. And some are new.
Some are sad. And some are glad.
And some are very, very bait.
Why are they sad and glad and baker?
I do not know. Go ask your dad.
Some are thin.
And some are faun. The faun one has a yellow haul.
From there to here, from here to there, funny thoughts are everywhere.
Here are some who like to run. They run for furl in the hot, hot sunset.
Oh me! Oh my!
Oh me! Oh my!
What a loyalist
of funny threads go by.
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Deed in The Harsh of Taxes.
The stats at knot are bye gig and bite,
Deed in the harsh of Taxes.
The prayer sigh is fried and hide,
Deed in the harsh of Taxes.
The siege in boom is like purr hue,
Deed in the harsh of Taxes.
Behinds me of the won I dove,
Deed in the harsh of Taxes.
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EDITORS' NOTE
Milia Piepenburg
poetry reader
Being from Texas is something that I am proud of. I love being able to look up at the night sky and be reminded of the same stars that remind me of home. I also have always loved exploring. It doesn’t matter where I am, the nature around me will always catch my eye.
I intentionally chose poems that had landscapes that reminded me of home. Like in “Short, Sweet” by Hailey Leithauser:
The moon
has slipped
off her slip,
the night let
sail his ship
“The World Is in Pencil” Todd Boss writes:
I’ll bet it felt good in the hand—the o
of the ocean, and the and and the and
of the land.
These poems reflect a mood that only comes to mind when Texas is present. Although I love being Texan, there always seems to be the association of being a cowboy, which I am not. The poem that is untitled, reflects my conflicting personalities of being Texan and a writer.
I feel like an old western guy
Naming his guns.
This one is deadlines
This one is the writing process
Being a writer is another identity that I reside with. I am also a female with harsh lines and strong facial features so I really appreciated the poem “List: Alternatives to Resting Bitch Face” by Susan Harlan. Half the time it isn’t just me being a bitch, the actions of others help, but it is also just my face.
Thanks So Much For Your Unsolicited Advice Face
What Would the Point of That Really Be Face
With similarity, I have always believed that I am the controller of my own fate. Never have I let being a woman limit my dreams or accomplishments. All of these poems inspire me to remember my dreams, make new dreams, be at peace with who I was and am, and to achieve new goals. I hope you find your peace and dreams too.
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You Haven’t Told Me Anything That I Didn’t Already Know Face
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