Ryan+Shaw

1. "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..." - F. Scott Fitzgerald

2. Memory Poem

Trip and a fall down onto the concrete Confusion, dazed, and It's bewilderment Walking to the nurse's office Sat there for what felt like forever Mom showed up to take me away A long-ish drive to CHOP Mom at the desk, signing papers People rushing to people's expected death beds, to alleviate that bed's title x-ray mom telling me "do not fall asleep" "...Concussion..." Liquid stitches pebble being taken out of my skin a few drops of some blue stuff On the way home no school that day!

3. Ode to pens:

Pens Writing tools So many, but so few At one point, you can have many pens, but then we you lose them, or use them, or waste them.

So many pens, so much to write. But when you don't have a pen, you can't write. You lose your voice.

Sometimes, you can have a pen that lasts a long time. Or that you never lose. Or that you seem to be too attached to the pen to let go. But eventually, all pens run out.

There are many pens, made in China, Mexico, America, and other places. They all work the same though. uncap click twist pull or push. Pens can be so useful. You can poke, write, and even stab with them.

The pen can write, the pen can draw, and the pen can point. The pen is truly, a most versatile tool. It can start wars, create treaties, and frighten enemies. Or it can destroy chances, kill hopes, and send messages of loved ones lost. And most importantly, they can communicate. The written word can last as long as it's paper. It's a timeless message. And the pen is the key.

Maria: +AWWWW I really liked this ode it was really good +I really like the part where it say's "destroy chances, kill hopes, and send messages of loved ones lost" +I have never thought of a pen to be so useful but you showed that it it very useful.

4. Found Poem: Hate the world

I'm pissed at the world. I'm tired and angry and sad. I'm a T-rex of hatred. This country took our jobs. our livelihood and our rights. The world is full of anger Trolling the population one country at a time. I don't want to live on this planet anymore.

5. I was raised by the "Do a barrel roll!" quest taking hero creating barrel jumping lambda painting mining crafting tree-punching zombie killing world saving upgrade finding monster slaying spraying and praying griefing achievement unlocking hunched over the computer to finish that last level Gamer

by the reaction timing puzzle solving never ending high scoring head-shotting

Riff Poem-
 * KURTIS LAMKIN **

What about a merry-go-round? or a hall of mirrors? does it have to be from an amusement park, or can it be from the selection of things we've learned from there? Can we be a bucket of popcorn? A corn dog? French Fries? Cotton Candy? Why can't we be something else, like from a museum. Can we be a T-rex? or a liopleurodon? How about Abraham Lincoln?
 * "You know, you can be a roller coaster or whatever" **

Imagrey poem:

A sitting page, housing words of many people, their emotions and thoughts worked onto the page. Readers eagerly reading, analyzing, and thinking On words that mean nothing.