Visual Poetry: Bring It On Down

Last year, I posted my poem “Bring It On Down”, which won second place in the Santiago Canyon College writing competition. This year, I adapted it into a short film in one of my classes at the UCLA School of Theater, Film and Television. Have a look and tell me what you think.

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

Sixteen

Sweet sixteen

A cake but you can’t blow out the candles

Gifts selected, gone sight unseen

Hearts overflowing, love with no handles

No hugs, no phone calls, a silence so keen

 Sweet sixteen

Wish you could see how bright the lights are

College graduation is scheduled next week

Wish you were with us, not somewhere off far,

A birthday of brightness; reaching its peak

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: +2 (from 2 votes)

Bring It On Down

Bring It On Down

She emerged from the darkness
A place she called home
Though bleak in its starkness
She’d never dared roam
Yet she wanted to run
And she needed to cry
To escape his prison, feel the warmth of the sun
To run up invisible steps, steps to the sky

But she couldn’t say a word
When he raised his hand; no sound,
Neither cracked flesh, nor cries—her voice unheard
When he’d bring it on down
She hid her bruises, and said it’s okay
‘Mama, he loves me, he tells the whole town,’
Though I’m not worth lovin’, a voice in her’d say
As he tightens a fist and brings it on down

There’s a beat of a wing on the air and she hears
A moment he’s gone
She closes her eyes and the tears
Flow, and she’s taking that flight
She jumps through the window, away from her fears
Because she knows: tonight is the night
To bring it on down, down

After she’s flown a-way
Once the coupe’s left behind, she breathes the free air
She just wants to stay
Safe; away from his eyes and their a-ccusing stare
But he’s in her mind
And it just isn’t fair
She hears him all the time
A thousand miles away, and he’s right there

Then a whisper through her windows
A call on the phone
A fami-liar tingle and her hair blows
She wishes her heart was stone
‘Cause even with all that she knows
She’s going back to him
The bruise no longer shows
He says it’ll be different and so
He’ll raise his hand up, and bring it on down
She sees that it’s comin’, but she can’t say no

Familiar is comfort, and she aches for him
To bring all the discord
And shatter the rhythm of living.
She knows she’s broken, that everything’s wrong
He’ll raise his fist in cacophonous song
All her insecurities singing along
He’ll bring it on down for sure
Then she’ll fall down, down, down
Again.

4/30/2013

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

Goose

I stumbled across a snapshot I took of this poem, which i wrote in the back of a notebook I use for school, and promptly forgot about. So I figure hey, why not? Might as well post it.

Goose

E’re the waters of my eyes
Broke o’er his tiny hands
Clutching him one final time
As warmth of fatherhood disbands

Yearly quick’d by fifteen May
A’racked with stifled tears
O’er sweet-born his memory
Buried ‘neath a dozen years.

5/5/2012

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: +2 (from 2 votes)

The Next Lover

It’s a night for digging out old poems!  Just a short one, don’t have a date written down…

I loved you.

Yep, tell me that I didn’t.

But I loved you.

Tell her that you didn’t.

But you loved me.

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

Your Penis

Part of my painfully bad junior high/high school poetry notebook.  Which everyone has and pulls out instead of prepping for the holidays, right? This is the last one for the night, bad grammar on top of bad poetry.  I thought I’d end on a humorous note.

Your Penis

I didn’t worry about this

when we first met

you were six feet tall

170 pounds

everything seemed normal

physically at least

We’ll discuss mentally some other time

so what if I never saw a bluge in your pants

or felt you when we were close together

I figured maybe your underwear were just too tight

or we weren’t close enough

but then I saw you naked

and it’s not like I expected something to unravel to your ankles

or for you to be the width of a blow dryer

but I at least expected a magic marker

or a dill pickle

what I got was a cocktail weenie

the condoms I bought will never fit, I thought

maybe I should cut the fingers off rubber gloves

but you brought your own

where did you find them

a new-age pet supply store?

I can just see the advertisement

“protect our chihuahuas”

so I’ve learned to masterbate in the bathroom later

and to never ask

“Is it in yet?”

because, to be honest,

I never really know

I still love you, I promise

but isn’t there a surgery for this?

7/12/1996

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

WHY

Part of my painfully bad junior high/high school poetry notebook.  Which everyone has and pulls out instead of prepping for the holidays, right?

WHY

I look into your eyes deeply

You look back blankly

But don’t see me

You missed the memories

Your good times forgot me

I’m just someone in the shadows

Not there, not really

Just a reflection in your eyes

As I look down you leave

Don’t you remember me?

Don’t you remember the words you said

Will you marry me?

I swore it was on your lips

But no, you’d never say that

It was just a lie

Like all the good times

All the memories

That have been forgotten.

11/12/1994

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

Enter into Darkness

Part of my painfully bad junior high/high school poetry notebook.  Which everyone has and pulls out instead of prepping for the holidays, right?

Enter into darkness

Into hopelessness, despair

Fall into a blackened pit

The pit of no end

Collapse into remorse & depression

Let your soul die

Now

You can find me.

2/25/1993

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

Passion and Pain

Your body beneath me, filling me completely.

Passion and pain

Breathing in your heady scent, my head swims

Kissing, licking, my taste on your sweat-slick skin

For hours you touch and taste me

Continual ecstasy

Our eyes meet

Promises you cannot give written on your face;

your eyes tell me what your lips never will

Does my face betray me lover? Can you see what I must not feel?

You know my every secret, every hope and dream

I’ve held nothing back, yet still we cannot be

So I take your body beneath me, filling me completely

Passion and Pain

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

Hello and Goodbye

Something happens when you say hello

A smile widens, a day gets brighter,

but strangest thing that I have found

When I say hello to you, I say goodbye to me

Three times with you

Three times with the previous you

My hellos are my goodbyes

Do you force me or have I let you?

Do you want this, or is it me?

The only thing I know for sure,

When I say hello to you it means goodbye for me.

This time, it is different.

If I am strong enough,

If I can make it through

I’ll say hello to me and goodbye to you

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)