Jealousy

I'm thinking about you
By Mike Taylor


I love this poem. I love how its not just a traditional poem, he tells it like its a dialogue. Like its a note he's writing to his girl. Then he just goes off listing all of these fantastic similes, (i think its a simile, if not don't hurt me nelson.) Such as: "Like hands think about holding, like arms think about folding, like minds think about not thinking but knowing." Those are the first ones he uses and it hooks me completely.

My favorite paragraph is " Like mattresses think about springs and winter thinks about spring, who thinks about summer and it doesn't matter what season it is, when I'm thinking about you its always sunny." I don't care how ugly you are, you could get any girl just by reading these couple of lines. I like how some lines are very touching and sincere, but then he can switch gears just like that and make everyone go from crying to laughing and back to crying again.

He is able to get his message across very clearly that whoever this poem is about is very important to him and she is always on his mind. " and the world makes... cents..." that's another great line.

Mike Taylor makes me want to be a poet.

Speak out

This is for the quiet kids

This is for the guys who can't talk to girls

This is for the girls in broken relationships but are too scared to get out

This is for the bullied, the subdued, the oppressed. . .

No more blending with the crowd, no more standing in the corner. No more Silently taking the punishment.

Speak Out!

This is for the uncertain, the ashamed, the self conscious,

This is for the kid in the back afraid to speak up because he believes he doesn't matter.

I'm gonna tell you right now that nothing matters more. Where would the world be if those with ideas didn't make the choice to raise their hands.
Next time you have something to say, make yourself heard and demand to be taken seriously.

Who knows...

Your ideas might change the world

Ghandi Poem

     I keep forgetting what it was like to be a kid. Everyone always comments on how old I'm getting, or how grown up I look. Its always, "where are you going to college?" Or, "what do you want to be when you grow up?" When did that happen? It used to be, "when did you learn to ride a bike?" or, "How many teeth have you lost?
  
     They try to change you at a young age, stop drawing! do your math homework! act like an adult! Like the innocent child I was, I went along with it. I stopped creating forts out of pillows, I stopped watching cartoons, I stopped pretending to be a robot ninja with mind control powers. I obediently memorized names of historic battles, long math equations required to pass the tests, I learned how to properly write an essay, and what a pronoun was. I "grew up"
   
      I was such an inventive kid. Always creating new things out of Legos, drawing fantastic creatures from my overactive imagination. As we grow older, we are taught to suppress and contain our inner creativity. We are told, numbers and letters are what's important. Nobody cares that you made a spaceship with room for two ninjas, a Jedi, and a storm trooper with swiveling turrets for each of them to control. My creative mind has slowly been crushed with graphs, charts, and the quadratic equation.
    
     When will we own ourselves completely? When will we remember the creativity and shameless freedom of our childhood, untainted by the rules of society and, "the proper way to act," When will we forget the judgments of others and learn to be ourselves. To be creative, to be different again. When will remember we are proud of who we are and willing to show ourselves to the world. Tonight will not be the last time I see the light.