Old Poetry Scavenger Hunt

I've scanvenged some old poetry from my old laptop. Here are three poems together for you to read.

this first one is my haiku from a new moon monday in august two years ago. it was a very special morning with very special substances involved.

monday morning

plump woodbug
explorer of the grass
becomes my guide.

soft green blades
below my hand rest
then tower

suddenly
swaying in the lawn
patterning

This is something I wrote a few years ago and even though it reveals a type of naive innocence, I have to admit that the part of myself that wrote it still feels exactly the same.

Bottled By Cierra D.

I want to personally encapsulate
a whole summer day
in billions of little grains of sand
and put them all in bottles
and carry one with me
and open the cap whenever I smile
and let people inhale the vapor
and I’ll sell the rest to the rest of the world

not expensive, and I’ll sign them for free

and everyone will know they came from me
somehow, roundabout
secondhand, but still -
you got it from me
and you get it every time you open the bottle

This one is also from a couple of years ago. This is what happens to cynical students when they grow up into cynical adults who still don't trust school principals.

Education

Let Education
shape our tongues
and mold our speech
into confined boxes
stunt our bodies
stuff us into desks
and strain our eyes
as we turn page after page
of state-sponsored lies.

Let Education
train my pen
and choose words that
teachers want to read
stifle my thinking
strangle my breath
and stop my mind
as I comply day after day
leaving my self behind.

Someday let Me
stick it to these bastards
and tell them what I
was too small to say,
too trusting to know:
you’ve wasted my time
enough already
so leave me the fuck alone
I’m going outside to play.