Unexpectations

Honey, you're not the first person
to go through this kind of thing.
Listen, honey, I think that
maybe you need some help.
Honey, you're not handling it.
We both know what's going on here.

It's been months
You can't keep waiting for him.

I'm not waiting for anything.
I don't expect anything.
I'm not waiting for anything I don't expect.

It's been months.
Can't keep waiting for him.

“Honey, you're not the first.
Listen, honey,
you need some help.
Honey, you're not it.”


Poet's note: Yes, I am a Twihard and proud of it too! This found poem was created from Chapter 4 ("Waking Up") of New Moon, the second book in the Twilight Saga series.

Tell me all your thoughts on God

It was like meeting Jesus
(meeting George Lucas.
I made myself look a complete arse)
All I could say was
Thank you on behalf of my generation.
I wouldn't be doing what I'm doing
(we were supporting
Dido)
If it wasn't for you.
I based my entire life
(I said, 'I've always tried to let my life
be guided by the Force,')
on using the Force.
(and he said - 'That's nice'

in the most blank way imaginable.)

Poet's note: This found poem/cento was created from the following two sources:

"Lifeline: The Force is with Rock Group Travis" by Cesar G. Soriano, USA Today
Q Magazine interview of Travis by Fran Healy, issue 184

These two sources were featured in the chapter titled "A Star Wars Miscellany: Extracts Culled from Various Media", compiled by Aimee Agresti for the book "A Galaxy Not So Far Away: Writers and Artists on Twenty Five Years of Star Wars"

Dumped

It was as if I had been poisoned.
Every nerve and muscle in my body
curled up in the fetal position,
howled with agony.

Poet's note: This found poem was created from a chapter titled "Lost Years" in the amazing book "Clapton: The Autobiography". The poem was created from Eric Clapton's description of his attempt to quit heroin cold turkey.

Goth

dramatic dark eyeliner
Hair pre-Raphaelite red
Skulls, spiderwebs
Absinthe associations with artistic inspiration
Striped stockings
Black trench coats, opera coats, velvet cloaks,
Music in a minor key evokes longing and loss
haunted houses
nights, candles, graveyards
corsets and cravats

Poet's note: This found poem was created from a section titled "Some signs and symptoms of having a gothy mindset" off of Jillian Venters book "Gothic Charm School: An Essential Guide for Goths and Those Who Love Them" I received my copy of the book after winning a contest on www.christiangoth.com :-)

Moon Man (REM Tribute)

two hours of not being on

five days left

completely stumped

leaning over his shoulder

drive each other crazy

driving around in rental

car cassette singing along

for four days

we reconvened

we were stunned

magical moments

have disappeared

into the mists of time.

Poet's note: I am a huge REM fan! This found poem was created from the liner notes inside the REM CD titled "The Best of REM: In Time - 1988-2003"

About "Man on the Moon" REM wrote: "With five days left before the record was mastered, we had the track completely finished except for the lyrics. Michael was completely stumped, and was gettng quite irritated with all of us leaning over his shoulder. It was decided that rather than drive each other crazy in the studio, we would take a few days off. Michael spent his time off driving around in his rental car with a cassette of the track singing along for four days."

Doomsday Clock Haiku

minutes to midnight
the Atomic Scientists
moving clock closer

Poet's note: This found poem was created from an online article titled "Doomsday Clock moves closer to midnight"

Post-Mortem

My head is haunted
by so many wishes and thoughts
accusations and reproaches
I'm really not as conceited
as people seem to think

one of my chief accusers
loves me not as a lover
but as a friend
and grows more affectionate
everyday

But what is the mysterious
something that holds us back?
I don't understand it myself

Sometimes I think that my
terrible longing for him
was exaggerated

yet that's not really it.


Poet's note: This found poem was created from the June 14, 1944 diary entry in “The Diary of a Young Girl”. Anne Frank was 13 when her family left Germany during Hitler's persecution of the Jews. In 1942, Anne and her family hid in the back rooms of an office building. In March 1945, Anne died in Belsen, only a few weeks before the world heard about this terrible concentration camp.

I'm scared I'm worthy of being loved (Two Haiku)

Give her a big hug

At a Lakers basketball

game over Christmas

speaking to her friend

Break-up in an interview

Find love of yourself

Poet's note: These two found haiku were created from an online article titled "Demi Moore on Ashton Kutcher split: ‘I’m scared I’m not worthy of being loved’"

Please make me cry!

first female

dope addict

to kick the habit

girl so tough

nothing made her cry

even death didn't want her

explosive, exciting

sometimes shocking

Cookie Rodriguez found

something she wanted

even more than

heroin

Poet's note: This found poem was created from the description on the back cover of the book "Please make me cry!" by Cookie Rodriguez