I wonder if the Architecture in Helsinki song will be anything like the actual Spring 2008...
So our poetry teacher had us turn in our portfolios, these are my revised ones.
An Observant Light-SwitchBy: Willie MaddoxBlind, when I was alone in the dark,
I saw when they came home at night.
With me, one gave the dorm room light,
To expose things, swift as a narc!
All the things I’d hear at that height
With the synth & vocals to muse,
To shrill fire alarms bringing fright,
I often heard in times of snooze.
The taste of salty sweat remained
When he came home late after the game,
And left to shower just the same.
He then tasted of soap, as the night’s hours waned.
Flicked me softly as he’d proclaim,
“The day is done, and here I’ll stay”
But some days he’d come home in shame,
Pinning me down like elusive prey.
The smell there always got to me.
One second, the Febreeze scent of spring,
The next moment, my nose would sting
From the foul gas he’d passed silently.
No doubt, I love this college life,
Late nights, girls, parties and more!
There are no fears of war or global strife
From my wall, located right next to the door.
The Mental DiseaseBy: Willie MaddoxWhen roses comes to the minds of most,
Romantic hopes ensue,
Spawned from minds that wither and roast
In flames that she’s blind to.
All these feelings of temptation
Could make a lad lose sight,
Or forsake his concentration
On goals he once kept tight.
From befriending of a parent
To waiting for her prime,
It quickly becomes apparent
These courtships should be crime.
Jealousy takes control of all,
Creating the red curse.
Casual talk turns into brawl,
Fueled by a blue heart’s burst.
Love is just a mental disease,
Blinding all of mankind.
So choose to engage, if you please,
And you’ll simply forfeit your mind.
A Friend of Loch NessBy: Willie MaddoxFrom within the deep blue, ever churning,
I spot a boy, knowledge yearning,
Approaching the shore of vast Loch Ness,
I glide toward him like a rook, in chess.
Rising above the water silently,
I pray he won’t react violently.
When I whispered my soft greeting “hullo”,
He pivoted his small head, his eyes, aglow.
From the quiver of his hands I could tell,
That my presence caged him in a deep spell.
The boy’s whole body began to tremble,
“Please don’t fear, I’m not what I resemble.
I’m not a monster, vile and vicious,
And staying with me’d be quite auspicious.”
His frightened expression turned to a grin,
Then I started my story of way back in
The day, when a human caught sight of my face,
Of the dreaded eve when that man brought his case
That held a camera, doomed to seal my fate.
My existence soon would create debate.
And never before has someone just come
Not for me, but to see the lake I’m from.
When I stopped talking, the boy up and left,
Leaving me alone, I felt quite bereft,
But these lonely days had come to an end
When with the next sunrise, returned my new friend.
Now if only my second semester would go as smooth as first semester...