"Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you-like music to the musician or Marxism to the Communist- or else it is nothing..."


Ethan Reese 3/22/12



I remember the day as clear as the day it happened, it was June 22nd 2003. The location is Scranton, Pennsylvania. My whole family was at my grandparents house for my brothers fifth birthday. The pool was open and the day was hot and humid, we all couldn't wait to get into the ice cold pool. It started off as us sitting on the deck of the pool waiting for our sun lotion to dry, I was sitting in one of the chairs drinking iced tea and goldfish. My brother was running around without his floaties on as usual, he usually didn't put them on until he was allowed in the pool cause he knew without them he wouldn't be allowed to swim. I remember the moment it was me the oldest on the deck 7 years a 5 years old and two 6 year olds, the 6 year old pushed the other and hit into my brother. He spiraled like a tornado and collapsed into the cold water of the pool. He flopped as a fish out of water, they all screamed and ran to get our parents. I jumped right in diving head first to pull him out, i pulled him up and threw him on the deck. His body was limp I didn't know what to do. My dad came running out and hit him once and he's spat water like a fountain.

The day of my brothers birth
The day of his NDE.
The breeze whispering in our ears.
The sun beating us relentlessly.
The pool's wave taunting us motioning us to jumo in.

Old enough to know the pool was no friend I stayed away
My younger brother however trusted the cynical elements surrounding us
With one little step closer he would fall to the mercy of the tantalizing force

I was one step to far away however
His skeleton like body tumbled into the open arms of the pool
The water was so close to being satisfied
Chaos erupted from the sides

Panic over took me
I only let it in for 5 seconds I counted to myself

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

Thats all I let it have I sent my cousin running at the speed of light to get my dad
He had been under for 10 seconds and I could see his eyes going out
I had let the fear in once
I did not let it happen again

I dove like submarine
Pulling him up
I couldn't swim all I could do was keep his head above the force that had lured him in
I could feel his weight pushing down harder
I grew tired and drooped to my knees

Suddenly I felt the weight lift off me
Life ignited back in me
I felt a angel yank me out of the water
There I saw his face

My hero
My dad



why do you use past tense so much you should describe it as if you are there?

Ode to the Heart.

The Heart is amazing
It can take rejection
And still it beats.
It can be battered and abused by so many
And yet it sill beats.
The Heart is so much more than a organ
It lets you do amazing things.
The Heart lets love in and lets it go out.
The Heart can lie.
The Heart tells you that some one loves you
When you now know that Heart was a toy to them.
The Heart can be filled with the smallest thing
A look, a song, a touch, any moment can fill it.
The Heart creates everything
Without it we would be savage
Humans without emotions
It is a sad thought indeed.
When I think of something as strong as the Heart being broken
It makes me weep
Weep for the loss of what it can do.
The Heart bares many scars from things the have sought to hurt you
It is your armor
Your best friend
Your enemy
Your weakness
The Heart is capable of many things.
Yet we overlook this
It allows us to meet people
The Heart is the center of human life.
Without it we would just be surviving
When the Heart is long gone
The host of it dead.
The love it left and memories of
Girls
Family
Love
Friends
The Heart lets people in
That you can no longer let go
The Heart is conflicted
The Heart is bias
The Heart is a liar
The Heart is like a twisted willow, it is beautiful yet it has a twisted past that causes deformity.
The Heart is dominant like the love it creates.
How I feel sorry for the Heart.
I have had my Heart scarred many times
Yet it still beats.
I pray that one day that the curse of the Heart is gone.
That one day the Heart will not have to be abused.
That it will not be destroyed
By something as weak as a human...

Ellen To:
+ Such an important organ.
+ Shows both love and anger.
+ Repetition is strong.
- Try to not start every line with a capital. I think it would add more emphasis.
- Try adding punctuation!


+I like how you introduced it as both the entity of a heart, and the organ itself.-RS
+It's interesting how it's one thought, instead of a a few different thoughts.-RS
?be more descriptive in your senses.-RS


Hate

I love
I hate
I want
I need
I feel
I think
I disagree
I agree
Im done

So much feelings in one moment.

I was raised

I was raised by love
I was raised by competition
I was raised by charity
I was raised by sacrifice
I was raised by education
I was raised by attitude
I was raised by fairness
I was raised by strength
I was raised by courage
I was raised by a woman
I was raised by my mother

I was raised by acceptance
I was raised by compromise
I was raised by humor
I was raised by fear
I was raised by respect
I was raised by a man
I was raised by my father.

I was raised by the smell of my Mother's cooking
A combination of sweet sugar and sour sauces
Much like her personality

I was raised by a father frustrated by his work
He would scream and shout on the phone to co-owners

I was raised by grandparents who's hugs transformed me into a baby again
Their soft tender hug that said I love you

I was raised by seeing my sister fail and succeed
Teaching me without her knowledge what and what not to do

I was raised by the taste of dirt and sand
The taste of winning

I was raised by a village

My poet is E. E. Cummings

I carry your heart with me.

When Life is quite through

When god lets my body be

I love you much

O sweet spontaneous

What does minus mean?
Minus means to lose something
Minus means to subtract
Minus means to be small
All I know is that it's something I will never do
I don't want to minus anything
Rather multiply and grow
Even add
Never Minus.
Minus means to me
I will not do that


7) A glass of water
Spilled down through the cracks of the house
I leap to grab the towel that will clean it up
How important this hero of cloth is
Who saves me from certain damnation



When Life is Quite Through

When life is quite through with When you are dead, it is beautiful.

and leaves say alas, It leaves you and in a glorious moment

much is to do Leaves in the name of love.

for the swallow, that closes

a flight in the blue;



when love's had his tears out, When your loved ones have finished

perhaps shall pass Crying and may have even gotten

a million years Over you time will pass it goes on.

(while a bee doses

on the poppies, the dears;



when all's done and said, and Even after millions of years

under the grass All you are is a body in the ground.

lies her head,

by oaks and roses

deliberated.)
















I carry your heart in me

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in He will always protect her heart

my heart) I am never without it (anywhere He will always be with her

I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want He fears that one day he

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) will not have her

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and that nature will

and whatever a sun will always sing is you remind him of her



here is the deepest secret nobody knows His secret is that

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud he loves her.

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart



I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)






















O sweet spontaneous

Sweet spontaneous
Earth how often has The surprise of the moment is the best thing
The
Doting

Fingers of
Prurient philosophers pinched Death and life are spontaneus.
And
Poked

Thee
, Has the naughty thumb
Of science prodded Science cannot prove it only death
Thy

Beauty, how
Often have religions taken Beauty is everywhere and is spontaneous in
Thee upon their scraggy knee it self.
Squeezing and

Buffeting thee that thou mightiest conceive Feast upon spontaneusness.
Gods
(But
True

To the incomparable
Couch of death thy Death is a lover who seeks to be spontaneus.
Rhythmic
Lover

Thou answers

Them only with Yet you answer with excitement.

Spring)



When god lets my body be

From each brave eye shall sprout a tree Everything will grow

fruit that dangles there from And bear fruit of knowing.



the purpled world will dance upon

Between my lips which did sing I will sing about the world.



a rose shall beget the spring

that maidens whom passion wastes Spring will come and bring Love.



will lay between their little breasts

My strong fingers beneath the snow I will sin in all seasons.



Into strenuous birds shall go

my love walking in the grass My love would leave me



their wings will touch with her face She will leave this world.

and all the while shall my heart be



With the bulge and nuzzle of the sea With the sea of god.




















I love you much

I love you much (most beautiful darling) He finds her more beautiful

more than anyone on the earth and I Than the primal forces

like you better than everything in the sky



sunlight and singing welcome your coming The sun is envious of her



although winter may be everywhere Nothing can compare to her

with such a silence and such a darkness No season or sight.

no one can quite begin to guess



(except my life) the true time of year-



and if what calls itself a world should have The world is lucky to have her

the luck to hear such singing (or glimpse such In this world

sunlight as will leap higher than high She makes everyone

through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each Happy



nearness)everyone certainly would(my

most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love But yet she believes
Nothing but love.