Not sure if this counts as a blog...

but I decided to write a lil' bit of poetry for the class! Hope you guys can find some relation to it :)

This is the decree of the young and able
A gentle march towards a familiar fable
Differentiating the distances we travel
This is not a test, but a question
Our footwork easing along the loose gravel
A kindred kind of static confession.
Our words are blank slates through telephone wires.
Condensing while collapsing our feeble bones.
The striking symbols of all the earth's choirs.
Ending with a fade of the dial tone.
We hold this solemn question to our hearts with fire.
Asking you a fourth, and a fifth time for a response.
Waiting for all the built-up guilt to transpire.
We stand before you today not in fear but in focus
This fire we behold is bold,
and you are more than allowed to stoke us.
When we declare ourselves as God's children,
do not be fooled or bewildered.
We were born of our fathers and mothers.
And we hold up our hands against one anothers
to tell of a time when we were all sisters and brothers.
Do not condemn or condone us,
we only breed from the stems of our personas.
We require your utmost appreciation,
for the subtle cells that compose this corroding confrontation.
Divided we are just as strong as the shoes in our galoshes.
Weighing us down until the fisherman have forgot us.
Stereotyping letters to the masses.
Voiding ourselves of past doctrine digresses.
Evolving through time and space,
making ourselves aware we should pull apart the outward face.
We will put forth the adequate hesitation
to flicker through the disjointed television stations.
We like our coffee strong and our cocaine stronger.

I couldn't really finish that one? Please post some a few lines to help me!

And a little bit more....

and the dancers in their raincoats
alone on the stagecoach all night
whisper
'my contacts seem to have gone dry'
and the doormen with their top hats
tremendous day
oh, thanks for that
my soul is but a doormat to December sky
the vessels in the harbor
are the sheep i need to sheer
along the brim of those alleyways
their whistles i can hear
at the station they will always stay
find me with the dancers and their dears