Creative Expression
These were all things written for the Culverbeast's class, Creative Expression. I thought I'd share them all with you.
Let Me Tell You A Story... A story told in one sentence.
One time I went to this concert in Poughkeepsie and I went with my friends Erica and Ken and we drove down with my neighbor Donna who used to live down in that area and on the four-hour ride down we listened to a lot of different music like Good Charlotte, Tori Amos, Flogging Molly, and even stand-up comedy from Jimmy Fallon and there was this big inside joke about “Prison Turkeys” that started somewhere just outside of Springfield (where we had passed my uncle’s house) and there was so much laughter; we get on the Thruway somewhere past East Durham, which happens to be more Irish than Ireland itself, and took exit 20 into Saugerties, New York—which is Jimmy Fallon’s hometown—and by that point I had to go pee really badly but we really didn’t have anywhere to stop, so we got to the Chance Theater in Poughkeepsie (where the Halo Friendlies, Home Grown, and Good Charlotte concert was being held) around four-thirty in the afternoon and we stood in line for two and a half hours, singing along to the radio and playing the picnic game and making fun of the people who were in the giant line behind us—I still really had to go pee—and they finally opened the door at ten after seven so Erica, Ken, and I ran in to pick up our tickets and get our spots in the front of the pit and met a very nice woman named Vivian who we were pressed right up against and about halfway through the second set (after almost all the people in the pit fell down, pulling my pants down with them) I fought my way out of the pit and made my way into the ladies room, which was directly beneath the stage…and that’s how I discovered the bathrooms in the Chance Theater have great acoustics.
Wet Denim Jeans A two line poem.
The feeling of summer and late nights at the lake,
An old sensation felt with new meaning.
Pain in Heaven, Joy in Hell Just a little poem/song I wrote.
Slip on your moonglasses
The night is as bright as day
My world covered in dark shadows
My eyes turned away from you
Driving in the car tonight
You sitting there to my right
The radio is low, some slow song
Silence, words on the tip of my tongue
So many things I want to tell you
So many things I can never say
You point the way, saying "Turn here"
As if I don't know--you'll never know
How many times I drove by your house
Late at night, nights like this
I steal a glance from the corner of my eye
Moonlight catches your hair, sets it aflame
Stop sign, I hit the brakes, pause for too long
A song I like comes on, but hands stay on the wheel
You open your mouth, your luscious lips parting
To say "I love you"? No, to yawn
This uncomfortable silence has gone on too long
I ask a question I know the answer to
Just to hear your voice
Only to hear you speak
Every moment I spend with you
Is pain in heaven, is joy in hell
Still nothing important exchanged between us
As I pull over in front of your home
You thank me for the ride
Putting your hand on my arm for a moment
I hold my breath then say goodbye
Watching you climb out, watching you leave
My eyes follow you to your door
I wait 'til you're gone before I pull away
On the way home I hold back my tears
Focusing instead on the moonlight
Trying to think of everything but you
I turn up the radio and sing along
All the while wondering what's worse...
Love not returned or love not at all?
I slip on my moonglasses
This bright light hurts my eyes
Just as the thought of you
Hurts my soul.
Literal Hellhole A lovely little ditty I wrote while really, really bored.
I live on Finger Ave.
In the middle of nowhere
My small town has
A population of 29+
My backyard is a pasture
My front yard is a hay field
My short, dead-end road
Got paved only last year
Literal hellhole
I have nowhere to go
So I sit and I write
By the fire pit all night long
Skipping stones on the pond
Dead chipmunks get Viking funerals
Kayak races are much more fun
When you're not alone in the canoe
Down in the woods
I stake my claim
Build a tree fort way up high
So I can be alone
Literal hellhole
I have nowhere to go
So I sit and I sing
I am so freaking bored
Take me away from here
Take me away
Take me away from here
Take me away
Literal hellhole
I have nowhere to go
So I sit and I write
By the fire pit all night long
All night long
