Senior AP English Book of Poems: Inside Love

By:Jesse Love

Mr. Set Kay

5/22/15

Each Poem is in order by the prompt it represents

Where Does Time Fly

I lay asunder under the Willow tree in my parents’ backyard The silky smooth sensation of the sun My heart rate slows with each ray of radiation that ever so slightly saturates my skinGazing into the heat waves that have seized the day, I wonder;

Where does time fly?

I begin to figure that it must escape somewhere because it seems to keep eludingMe,You,Us

This momentary montage of a reality that I can only dream of,Only takes a moment to be become a memory

It’s as if time is the bubbles I blew in the backyardTrying my hardest to pop them all but never being able to catch them in

Time?

You slick, sly DevilYou little rascalYou sneak up on me like the chill of wind on a fall dayBut when I need you, you quickly melt away like the ice cream I can’t seem to eat in

Time?

Consuming the world around me, yet leaving me unfulfilled

Then in an instance its as if the Earth is still I realize why time flies

Every time someone dies, Time FliesEvery time someone misses a meal,

Time FliesEvery Time a child becomes an orphan, Time FliesEvery time a child is abused, Time Flies

And in that second I see we spend way too much time thinking about The reds that splatter like wet paint onto the canvas of our mind Accompanied by the black that oozes from the crevasse of our soul Into the ocular lens that controls how we see the time left on life’s clock

We never take enough time to coat our hearts with the greens that lay unadmired Or the blues and yellows that lay unused So dare I say that we are wasting our

Time?

Running a race in the wrong direction and it doesn’t seem like we’ll turn around in Time.

We let time fly like a ballon never tied and let go until it can fly no more

To My Dying Son

They said there was nothing they could doThe blood rushed out faster than the bullet that hit you,And I’m not so sure it didn’t hit me Pain cannot describe the feelings that rummage and ravage through every fiber of my being So I let my tears soak the pad of things I never got to say to you:

1.) I’m proud of you2.) Missing out on your life killed me long before you died 3.) 16 is too young to die4.) Or are you 175.) I’d give my soul to Satan for you to rise like Lazarus once more6.) I love you7.) I love you 8.) I love you 9.) I always wondered if I actually loved you

You were my seed, but I never watered you or let the sun shine on the beauty of your beingSo you grew up weak, Plucked from the ground by a nameless beast

They say your death was an accident, But I think God was spiting meI never understood, if God knows how it feels to lose a son why would he take mine?If Jesus was the final sacrifice, Why the Hell am I washing all your old clothes in my tears?

10.) I’m sorry

I know hearing sorry doesn’t actually mean anything The word is as meaningless as a cry out to our so called omnipresent GodBut I’m sorry I didn’t know your favorite color I failed to know your favorite foodYour favorite subject,Your favorite sport, Did you like to read, Did you even like girls,

I’m sorry

Because sometimes even your very name escaped the clutches of my thoughts And it was if you were just a memory faded over timeJust like a pair jeans worn one too many times Now you’re gone and all I can muster to utter is

I’m sorry

Please don’t tell me it's okay because it's anything butAnd please don’t tell me to stop crying because I want to drown in my tearsTo join you once more, To be your father for the first time

But since I can’t…11.) Goodbye

The Microwave Generation

I see all the great minds of our generation being destroyed by rays from our microwaves The radiation seems to have a mind altering power Because it definitely seems as if my generation lives in an alternate universe

We live in a universe where parents are a prized possessionPossessed only by those appointed to be so lucky by God

We live in a universe with no GodUnless our God gets excited by seeing 13 year olds with bellies swelling with a life form before they even had time to form their own lifeMaybe he’s excited by the rape culture that has impregnated our minds Or the culture of cults,I’m sorry cliques, that have covered their own flaws by finding fun in watching others fall

We live in a universe where we don’t use the stoveWe’re the microwave generation The pop your popcorn in three and half minutes or less generation We have become those unpopped kernels being removed from the bag and eaten before its time. Being told toGrow upMan upStand upBut up is only relative to the viewer and we no longer find any relativity in any viewToo distracted by the beep of the microwave to realize more than half of our world is going without food. Too tantalized by the ticking time on the radiating box to see the ticking time bomb that we live onWhat used to be green is turning brown, the blues turn green, and soon the the whites will turn black But we don’t care as long as we can Turn UpAnd YOLO is the motto so go ahead and Pop that bottle and Pop a molly andPop that pussy for a real Nigga andPop your dome piece off with your grandpa’s piece because you can’t pop no moreExcuse me, anymore

We’re the Microwave Generation and luckily we aren’t here to stay

Inmate #26402

I’m inmate number 26402I’ve been here for two years You must think I’m a drunk driver,a drug dealer, a deranged deliver of deathI must be suffering from schizophrenia,bipolar disorder, with just a smidge of depression

I captured, consumed, and killed kittens Smearing my jubilant face in their blood I was raped by a man my mom told me to call UncleShattered by words that pierced my innocent ears on the playgroundSlaughtered by the swearing Escaping the drunken mouth of a mother who sold herself to sodomy

Somebody told me that’s what they thought of me They saw me trapped in this debilitating box and they unraveled a detailed response to answer the question in their mind How I got hereThey don’t know more than the five numbers Plastered on the back of this orange criminal catcherThey don’t know me, But they have learned so much about me

From Fox News,CNN, the NY Times, and Criminal MindsSo they know all my gang affiliated ties, They know all the suicidal thoughts that control my mind,They know all my bruises must come from a needle, And I guess they’re right.

The bruises on my arms come from the needle of the Red CrossI give plasma as often as possible because my daughter needs food I’ve considered killing myself everydaySelling my body to science so my son may get an education somedayI’ve been affiliated with the Bloods ever since my shirt was covered With the revolting red That seeped out of the 15 holes in my wife’s body after an accidental drive-byYou probably saw me on the news for a split second, I’m one of the 50 million citizens they mentioned that live in abject poverty

Unable to get the objects my family needs to even get a peek above the poverty line

So I guess you do know me and my imprisonment is only fairI was sentenced to five years for stealing. I got caught stealing needles and insulin to give myself a shot to surviveWhich is why I shouldn’t have cried when CPS came in the shadows of the night Taking my kids like they were some product I never paid for

I shouldn’t be mad that it cost more to keep me here than the drugs I stoleAnd I definitely shouldn’t feel like you owe me a dime I mean I am living large in my 6 by 8 cellThree free meals a day, an area to play, and free cable

So when all I have left of my wife and kids are faded memories,When I won’t see my kids graduate, When I’ll never be able to hold my wife again, When I’ll never be able to get a decent job, When I’ll never be able to decide who runs our country,When I’ll never be able to be treated like a citizen,When all I was trying to do was save my life,

I shouldn’t shiver at the harsh chill that ricochetes up and down my spine Because this is all my fault I’m inmate 26402

Hitler and Me Shots at his dignity led him to shoot down his enemyErasing a race to erase the pain inside, bonded tighter than the hydrogen atoms in an atomic bombHarboring the pain of never knowing his momThe constant slaying of his self image by a father who though he was a faggotRipping through his soul with more velocity than any gatling gun ever could

The massacre of a race was his search for a cease fire in his soulThe massacre of a race was his longing for the mortars to stop obliterating his sanity The massacre of a race was a yearning for an extinction of his own existence

The massacre of a race was more than just a massacre.

Every shot he ordered fired was for every scream that wasn’t heardFor feeling as if he was shouting in a bunker from the pits of Hell to a God who was deaf to the cries of the beaten, battered, and shamed

Every gas chamber held his inability to make his dreams come true For his inability to connect the dots in the never ending puzzle of life For his life being like a car without a transmission, he was stuck in remission The gas chamber held the remission of the sins that shook his worldWith the ferocity of a fighter jetThe jews were his Jesus; dying for the sins of the world so his soul may be saved The massacre of a race was more than just a massacre

Defining the massacre as more than just a massacre doesn’t change the fact that Hitler played the God he neededShutting out the screams of the jews with the rapid fire of an assault rifle,As easy as pressing the mute button on a remote

Which is why it scares me to say:Hitler and me are the same in many ways

Shots at my dignity leave me wanting to shoot down my enemyThe pain inside burning a hole in my soul creating a dark dungeon that can’t be escapedNo matter how hard I pray

The fire continues to burn until there’s an internal combustion that destroys more than any weapon ever couldThe repercussions of leaving a child unloved reverberates like a time bombtickingtickingticking Each day I don’t get to see my mother the bomb continues to ticktickEach day I don’t hear the words “I love you son”tick tick I fear that life won’t reach a happy ending because this time bomb keepsticking

Why can’t I erase these thoughts from my mind? The black clouds my eyes like an unwanted guest.I scream to the God above but all I hear is Tick TickUntil finally the ticking stop as suddenly as a man who realizes he can run no more.

The massacre begins

I load the barrel of my gun and I unload it all over this paper I splatter the wall with the blood of those you tried to enslave me to deathI don’t wanna live life as death’s slave, I want to make death wait for me instead of me for it I fill the gas chambers with the screams of the Insolent, indecent, imbeciles who insist on invalidating other’s existence;

Because of fearFear is a silent killer that hides behind the barrel of a gun, the blade of a knifeFear chokes the life out of millions of victims at every tick of the time bomb With a set detonation date

Hitler’s time bomb detonated years agoIt’s time for a new massacre because:Hitler is Me