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Dream and unreality: locus communis.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Prompt / Poem / Knowledge—part 1

[A Collective Meta-Modern Poem]
from Students at Lone Star–CyFair College,
English Composition & Rhetoric 1302-5016

Mark Rothko, No. 7, 1964,
Mixed media on canvas, 236,4 x 193,6 cm
Courtesy Gemeentemuseum den Haag

preface:
—a scar under the chin.
          (D. G. Smith)

1.
The wind is my guidance,
whispering together in a storm,
the veins running through me,
slowly I've fallen ,
death comes upon me.
My deed is completed,
days turn into nights, the old lose energy of life.
A new life a new me has been created.

          (Josie Aguilar)

2.
Waiting for the final stage of growth,
It slowly starts to open to experience the light,
Radiant colors blossoming within the beauty,
Is revealed once there is acceptance.

          (Celeste Cespedes)

3.
A water fountain
Constantly overflowing with ideas
Never ending

          (Alyssa Lesly)

4.
Life is filled with many opportunities and treasures. Sometimes it feels impossible to reach your goals. You may compare yourself being trapped under water in a cool stream. If you use the things you have learned or have been taught, you can apply skills to your daily life.
          (Kaylon Hubbard)

5.
Instinct that lies between two halves of a whole. Be swallowed or regurgitated. I accept these evils or become the hunt. The hunter. Power flooded in veins that shredded by gnashing jaws...no they pulsate
          (Leila Rodriguez)

6.
Tendrils of the trees creeping towards the sun for life. Feeling blue in a sea of reds, not everyone understands and so you are drowning and drowning, yet you live, for it saved you.
          (Shaynia Grant)

7.
Her mind was a flower that blossomed with wisdom.
Growing throughout her life experiences; rain or shine.
She needed both to flourish into the flower she was destined to be.

          (Juliette Ragi)

8.
Catastrophe growing into a tree.
Marking's engraved on each branch,
each one a new keepsake.
The more that is known, the more that can grow.

          (Mireya De La Garza)

9.
I spend my days looking down on society.
Sometimes I am a predator, sometimes I am the prey.
Society believes I'm poor. Living in nature is my shelter.
I live reality. I am free. I am rich.
Numbers are labels not reality.

          (Brian Morales)

10.
The foundation of the world.
A big blue body of water.
It is everywhere and all around.
Powerful waves hitting the surroundings,
never dying.
          (Jose Duarte)

11.
Gloomy clouds roar though the sky.
The waves cover the boat putting it into a
deep slumber. Man struggles to get a grip,
a life preserver at am arm's length.
The bright yellow light greets him to salvation.

          (Matthew Rivera)

12.
She’s first acquired from inside, and grows without a ceiling. Written on towering walls, sunken in bottomless seas. She draws others in, sharing power that never limits.
          (Brook Wernecke)

13.
A flower blossoms with the light of life, grows with the showers of the rain the bright colors makes it stand out giving out the sense of peace. With the radiant smell making it known attracting the bees to spread it seeds.
          (Chassity Valadez)

14.
The allegro tempo of music surrounds the brain and enriches it with the soothing sound of the harp.
With the picking of each string, a part of the brain lights up, getting exposed to new experiences.
The sound of the music opens up the path of abstract thoughts
but the riff of the sixteenth notes enlightens the mind to think beyond and beyond.

          (Jessica Sinay)

15.
A river
constantly flowing with new ideas
thoughts rippling through rapids
when I reach the end
I drown

          (Taylor Mize)

16.
The seed is placed into fertile black soil,
Life bursting and bearing fruit,
Taken from the tree our eyes opened and begin to see,
Eden is lost and the flowers die,
But the seed remains bursting Life in the black soil.

          (Alan Lujano)

17.
Water-flowing gently, filling the body.
Swish swish you can hear it hit the surface.
A cycle, a never ending cycle.
You have to keep floating.
Take advantage of the current and keep floating.

          (Jalissa Garza)

18.
Minuscule, vulnerable
A flower blooms on a lone branch

Just as the flower blooms,
Ones experiences do the same.

          (Alexis Cruz)

19.
A bud, so small, ignorant, and vulnerable. A newborn circled by full and vibrant of its species. Time passes on and fulfills its nourishments needed to bloom, into its prime, luscious and bright self, yet at the end of it all, it will be the end of it all.
          (Mercedes Miranda)

20.
Navigating through the path
Of which we choose
The control of what we grasp
Is in our hands

          (Christina Seuffert)

21.
Slowly but surely it will be
Collected and released.
Continuously flowing, a
Cycle never to be ceased.

          (Aresia Arthurs)

22.
An Unraveling Revelation

In the midst of Darkness
Lies a seed of lightness
A seed of evolution
That shall rule all creation
An Energy protracting through its wings of fire
Creating a Roar heard from every corner
Even when wronged
It emerges out of its Ashes
Radiating its glory once more
For all flesh to see
Bowing to it, they shall be

          (Tawfik Hussein)

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