Monday, February 13, 2017


When I'm Old

Michael Holding
When I'm old and mankey,
I'll never use a hanky.
I'll wee on plants
and soil my pants
and sometimes get quite cranky.

Revise
When were spoiled and grounded,
I'll always use a towel.
we wipe on sand
and burn my laces
and usually cause minnable cranky.


Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Free writing 3 minutes

hi they way to to cane drive open train door door floor boom gate paint brave baseball team atlanta super granite bowl pick loss overtime car drive neon color lights blind the person brake before to late light switch from dawn under clock growls down stairs gaining try painting atmosphere forbidden air gravity walk on lasers cruise sick sea seals tourist vapid high rain lava heat trivia wheel of layers young water holding napkins break apart ground jogging jar freeway  



Poem
Turn Her Nation

Under dire hiii
Stuck in a jar color, blind
Stairs upon layers holding, heat 
Switch lava to rain 

A forbidden atmosphere 

Growls jogging, apart 
As eye walk brave towards a free,way
Granite doors open for,me... 
Brake 
A painting ground over,time
Gaining picked water
A tourist on our young, land 





Explanation: As I was writing the poem, it came pretty natural. Was not overthinking, just came organically. Creativity was presented in the the making. The truth is always between the lines, out of the box, and always in front of you. Takes patience to see.
It was chosen randomly and just flowed as I proceeded.
This assignment was expressive.













Monday, February 6, 2017

He was drinking

As the brim of the holder flowed such as a 
sea 
He, believed from his dry tone, down, 
it must be
He was drinking.
As the moonlight brightened
it was obvious 
He, believed right then. 
He was drinking.
No, it cant be, No, it will not be
He was drinking.
How can this be 
reality

He was drinking.
The cross on his chest 
fried
Eyes burning from its 
clove
He was drinking.
Where shall he 
go
What is called 
home...
He was drinking. 

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Metaphors 
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
—from Sylvia Plath’s The Collected Poems (Harper Perennial, 2008)

Redo

Metaphors 
I'm a swoosh in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ohhhhh house,
A melon la lala lala on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine ahhhhhh!
This loaf's big with its yeasty zip.
Money's new-minted in this blahhh purse.
I'm a means, a thud, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of crunchy apples,
Boarded the train there's no plop off.
—from Sylvia Plath’s The Collected Poems (Harper Perennial, 2008)

Monday, January 30, 2017

Diction..


No one can see me, no one would stop me, no one could help me. They would just call the __police___ but it would be too late. My only regret is __the amount___. She’d have the coffee on. There was a time during my search for a cure when I tried everything to stop including giving up __hope_____. The smell filled the ___air___. I loved to drink a ___gallon___ of ___sprite___ in the _7__day_spread___, to say ___opening___ to ____late__ after we’d spent another ___night____ together. I’d tell her now it’s going okay except for the poison. It’s going okay except for how much I miss her and ___sprite___. __why_____? ____why__?! I’ve never been a very good __at this____. 

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Welcome post, 
Hello, my name is Derick and welcome to electronic voyage where we are all able to express ourselves one way or the other.

Metaphors 
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade= , make lemonade, when life gives you lemons 
stuck between a rock and a hard place = stuck between a bed and a couch 
I eat like a pig when i am hungry = I run like a snail, when i eat like a pig  
He runs like a snail 
The bed makes me tired = the bed makes me feel lazy, when i eat like pig 
the couch makes me lazy = the couch makes me tired, the bed makes me feel lazy 
slippery as black ice = stuck between a rock and black ice 

Cliche 
The crack of dawn, making it rain, down to earth