Day 6 - Heat Wave

HA! Success! I was thinking about how hot it was and how desperately i need water, and my thoughts began to congeal into a poem (maybe not a very good one, but whatever)
Poem-isation of the (incredibly) mundane: Mission Accomplished!

Ice
the crash of cubes in a glass
beckoning with clear, white coolness
i would worship at it's feet
for just one frigid drop
thirst
all consuming
it almost burns
not only in my mouth
but down through my body
to the farthest tips of my toes
quenched
sweet, delicious release
from summer's tormenting blaze
in my haste i take too much
it slides from my lips and down my chin
it's amazing
but let's not get carried away
it's just a glass of water

Day 5: The Joy of Sex

A large part of my inspiration in starting this project was "Julie and Julia." When I saw the movie I thought it might be fun to do something similar, and reading the book this week (which, by the way, is infinitely more hysterical) I decided to finally get going. Anyway, my point is that early on, the author, Julie Powell, describes how she, at the ripe old age of 11, discovered her parents' copy of The Joy of Sex. After I finished laughing myself silly at her descriptions of dirty french words and illustrations of "naked hippies," as well as her frequent and frightening comparisons between TJoS and Mastering the Art of French Cooking, I was inspired to write the limericks below.
Disclaimer: These two poems are incredibly lewd. If you are even the least bit prudish, I strongly, strongly urge you NOT to read them. If you do, well, you were warned.

I once loved a woman of fire
I left when she called me a liar
No sex was the deal
But still I copped feels
And feigning my shame made me tire

-The Totally Fictional, Completely Imaginary, Definitely NOT True Confessions of A Former Thirteen Year Old Boy- (note: I'm hoping this title will eventually be for a collection of poems along the same vane as the one below... I just haven't written those yet)

No sex before marriage is great
It's really quite easy to wait
With five fingered solos
(and one sticky polo)
To Heaven! I've sealed my fate

Quick sidenote: in case it wasn't clear, these two are the two that make up for the day I missed, so I am caught up. Just in case there was any confusion among the imaginary people that I find myself thinking about when I write these posts.

Day 4 - My soul on the table, my heart on my sleeve

You've already read this, and honestly I don't know if you're actually reading the blog, but whatever.
Love, Julz

Apology
I need for you to understand my pain.
It's not that you stayed home that made me mad.
I know that I was wrong and earned disdain.
My selfish act, I promise just a fad.

But still I need for you to understand
and to believe I hate when I unspool.
For me my anger's reasons are not fools;
to bring me back you need just take my hand

I don't know how to hold it all inside.
I feel first without much thought but mine.
Just speak your mind and you will stem the tide.
Please don't dismiss the flash frustration shines.

The time that passed has let me see what's true.
I hope you know the feeling in my heart
is love. In mind resides the angry part,
no matter what I say or what you do

Remember I am here for with you for good.
Forever and forever if you would.

A note on the form: I'm calling this a French sonnet because it's a hyrid of the English and Italian forms, and France lies right between those two. Also because France is awesome (especially the food) :P

Day 2/3 - Whoops

Okay. For the sake of practicality, I've decided something. Instead of a poem a day, i will be TECHNICALLY writing seven poems a week. Now, that may sound like the same thing but it's not. This way, if I miss a day, I won't worry about it and I'll just make sure I'm caught up by the time every Monday rolls around.

Anway, my poem for the day is one that shows the kind of pure emotion that I often find poetry is good for
upchucking. I usually don't revise these types of poems much, but hopefully it isn't too painful.

pressure in my throat, blocking breath
racing of my pulse, pounding blood
quiver in my chin, predicting tears
waver in my voice, begging: "longer"
clenching of my fingers, gripping you
hesitation on the steps, looking back
tears upon my cheeks, revealing sorrow
pleas through my lips, expressing pain
loving in my soul, demanding you
echo in my mind, remembering goodbye
smile parts my lips, feigning survival
kissing shares your scent, foreshadowing hello
weight in my soul, feeling death
knowledge in my mind, sure of love
knowledge in my heart, sure of love

Day 1... sort of

I realise that at 12:33 it's TECHNICALLY Wednesday the 11th, but I think for most people, staying up past midnight still counts as the same day so... too bad. Anyway, here is the first poem. It's better than I thought it would be considering I wrote it over the course of the last 20 minutes. It 's pretty simple, but I'm pretty busy so I'm not worrying about it. I hope no one else does either.

PS can anyone help me think of a title (I've NEVER been good with titles)

Awakening        -thank you Taryn for the title <3-
noticing you
seeing you
watching you

brushing you
touching you
caressing you

taking you
holding you
clutching you

wanting you
needing you
craving you

loving you
loving you
loving you