i wrote a poem!

It’s the polar opposites
That makes my imagination gasp
Not the idea that certain things can be opposites
But that they coexist at the same time

How can the wind sweep
Across the ice shelves of the Arctic
While its other hand
Wipes clean the slate of the Sahara?

In the midst of winter
When I think of last summer
When we fell into the 2 am tempest
Of Times Square lights;
A world of dew soaked skyscrapers
A polar opposite of the night before:
When we had spread our tarp
In the long grass not far from
The darkened fireworks stand
As the cicadas sung their slow explosions

And I’m still kept from sleep at night
When I think of the fact that
On the polar opposite of my bed
An old woman in China is waking to dawn
Greeting her young grandson
And preparing to cook the morning soup,
Her mind busy with chores and the future
While here in my bed I face the night
With thoughts of the past and polar opposites

I want more people to write poems about this!

http://www.cnn.com/2008/TECH/03/04/octopus.uk/index.html

HEXAPUS! HEXAPUS! HEXAPUS!

In the Left Labia

Where is the penis?
Sometimes it can be hard
to find!
I think the perineum
is the place I'm supposed to touch?
I'll jab it with my clit
mm, the pleasure's mine

brakes

it was a lot like riding a bicycle
not on a mission
muscles burning
and out of breath
but around in circles
zig-zag
with neighborhood kids
legs pumping gently
for hours in the evening
until all our moms
called us back inside

it was a lot like the feeling
laying in bed that night
motionless
but feeling as though your legs
were still moving
it was a lot like your body
continuing to pedal
or so thought your brain
as you fell asleep

but when you awoke
you remembered the evening before
but mostly in a very factual way
there were new things to be done
and you were in no danger
of forgetting how to ride a bike

TS Eliot is alive on the internet

written on my hand very messily

...so I think this is really sweet but I need some help with the structure maybe? Order of stuff?

Today,
The colors of clouds are
Blending with buildings
And the world is heavy with the smell
Of chocolate cereal and plastic packaging.
Which are indistinguishable from
One another.

I walk on tiled sidewalks,
Never crossing the street.
And the stacks of smoke above me
Repeat their coal-tinted verse:
Puff puff pass
Puff puff pass

The B-Boys on the corner
Have taken a dismal advantage of this.
They’ve rolled up their cardboard
And break their lungs to the beat:
Puff puff pass
Puff puff pass

As for angels and devils in empty squares,
Their faces start to repeat each others,
Not only in the color of their eyes
But the colors of their manifestos:
Puff puff pass
Puff puff pass

Yesterday,
Before this common era,
If this is the quandary that
Jesus and Janus left us in,
What differences once roamed the earth?
And why do their fossils
Look like coal mines to us?

-owen

labyrinth

the only way out
is through
but you have to remember to leave
because it's easy to get stuck
david bowie wants you to get stuck

Speaking the Same Language

I have to wonder,
Although not to criticize,
Why all the haikus?

Ode to Oreos

My dear Oreos
My lifelong friends

We've been through a lot
Broken apart
Dipped under
And licked clean

But I'll never leave you
Oreos, my dears

Even when you come
In packages that seem
To never soak up
Enough milk

I'll stick to you
Like you stick to my teeth

Haiku

I’d like to think that
this poem will stay with you
all day, but the snow!

Linked

“I want to be your shell,”

he said.

"I’m an octopus,”

I said,

and inked away.

Another Haiku

We like to choose what
Distracts us. Too bad you read
This poem. Sucker!

Anti-Poem Haiku

You're reading these lines
Looking for beauty. But look
At those birds up there!

By Owen

Farting in bed

is the only good thing
about sleeping alone.

teeth in friends

That's where you are
& that's where you've been
& the times have changed over and over again

But you still sleep on pillows
& you still bite your friends
Finding tastes you never knew
Tasting blood
& tasting ends
Of times & lives & highs
You never knew you'd have

& you want things you had

& you love the things you know

But that's where you were
And here's where we are

By:
Kevin?

FISH poem

fish are neat animals
or maybe just goldfish
I've heard they can grow
as big as their tank allows

I know someone with goldfish
that are four inches long!
that's not very big for some things
but for a goldfish that's pretty big

I wish I could grow
as big as the world allowed
but I think then,
I might be only four inches small