Maxime+Damis

="A poem is never finished, only abandoned" -Paul Valery =

 Loser  by Maxime Damis

Loser. The word constantly ringing in my head The bigger, stronger kids. Thats what they called me Loser. My front teeth, like a beavers still out long and far. My smile, crooked, and misshapen, working around my disrupted teeth, showing my imperfections. Loser. The pain, my restricted speech, Smiling had never hurt more. Loser. Finally my day came Finally I'd get braces. Loser. The smell of the orthodontist room Latex, and cleanliness I waited anxiously, nervously My name gets called and suddenly my heart beat gets as fast as a hummingbird. I sit in the overwhelmingly large chair feeling so small because I was. Finally they were done Finally I could be normal They hurt like nothing I had felt before, but it was worth it, being normal was worth it. School came the next day, the proudness inside me exploding Finally I would be normal. I walk in with my head held high, proud of my new look, but kids stare and laugh. They point their fingers. Loser. What did I expect? What seven year old gets braces? Loser.

 O d e t o C o l o r s  by Maxime Damis  <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Colors, they're part of everything <span style="color: #ff5d00; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> they give character, <span style="color: #f5f538; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> they show beauty. <span style="color: #00ff00; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> From a brilliant rainbow, <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> to a sunset on a summer day, <span style="color: #a30fa3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> each color different from another. <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> When mixed, a new one created <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">. <span style="color: #ff5d00; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Some compliment each other <span style="color: #f5f538; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> some just don't work together like water and oil. <span style="color: #00ff00; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> From flowers in a fresh garden, <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> to a painters pallet. <span style="color: #a30fa3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Distinguishing one thing from another, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> they make life more interesting. <span style="color: #ff5d00; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> But colors aren't always good. <span style="color: #f5f538; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> They make borders, in which people are separated <span style="color: #00ff00; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Colors, they're part of everything, <span style="color: #0000ff; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> every one, <span style="color: #a30fa3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and without them, <span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> life is like an old movie <span style="color: #ff5d00; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> with just lights and shades, <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> just forms of grey.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;"> My lean, unripened heart (riff poem) <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> by Maxime Damis

your words killed me, they Murdered my heart. internal bleeding, ripping me, pulling me, apart.

the Evil i saw in you eyes helped me learn everything rotten eventually dies.

you smirked, you betrayed me, Never again. with the shame that i feel deep down through my chest, i wish i knew now like all of the rest.

but it's all done now and i am done and now remembering the days i've wasted in life that fake smile that pierced like a knife, the rush of happiness that i got from you, seems overdone and so, adieu.

now its time for me, a brand new start for my body, soul, mind my lean, unripened heart.

<span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: left;">Sonnet <span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> With eyes shining like the endless bright sky, a smile that can brighten any long day. Sends my body a rush with which I fly, a comfort over me in every way.

Those eyes betrayed me and cut deep, the deceiving smile fooled me. With nothing left to do but weep, and nothing more of what was ‘we.’

<span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Do not be fooled by all the fake ones, or all the people with bright but fake smiles. For there are many maybe even tons, one could be your best friend the whole long while.

<span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;">But when those true and real smiles shine, hold on to them and please them with a rhyme.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">Analysis of my writing: <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">

Through out my writing process I have found a style of writing that I enjoy more than others. Going into the unit I honestly hated the idea of having to write poetry. As I looked into the techniques of other writers though, I found new ways of writing poetry that made it almost fun. Using things that I was as familiar to as a memory or as different to me as a riff poem. I got to explore all new and different styles. Within the different styles of poetry, I explored rhyming, repetition, rhythm, structure, and content. I learned what the difference between styles of poetry. An example of one of my explorations with repetition was “Loser” which was my memory poem. I played with putting the word in every time I wanted to make my point of being a “loser.” By repeating the word throughout, I found that it made my point quite clear. The sonnet is a great example of playing with structure. I had never written a sonnet before and the idea of writing something with such strict structure rules to it seemed boring but when we saw in class that you can bend the rules sometimes to make it seem more interested, I was more interested. My sonnet starts with the normal iambic pentameter but then within the second stanza, it changes up to a shorter rhythm. Doing things with my poems like with my sonnet where I followed to rules but at the same time slightly bent them is what made me interested in exploring new ways of writing poetry. When I try to sum up my overall style, I cannot think of a word for it. I like to play around with all aspects and see what happens to the meaning or impact when I change certain things.

Sylvia Plath <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> When first looking at Sylvia Plath, one would find her poems quite depressing. They are full of dramatic words emphasizing her excitement of death, her twisted views on things, and her problematic childhood. Lines like “Daddy, I have had to kill you, you died before I had time” from her poem Daddy, show how dreary her life must have been. The next thing people usually find out is that she committed suicide. This can often intrigue some one or turn them away. Plath’s writing is something to get used to. Without interpretation and background knowledge on her life, her poems make little sense. With her father dead while she was only eight, Sylvia Plath learned about struggling at a young age. However, through that struggle some of her best work has been written. Poems like ‘Daddy’, which are focused on her struggle to find herself within the world of her father that refuses to disappear even after his death. Others such as ‘Cut’, which talks about the releasing of stress when she cuts herself. One would just think she is crazy and suicidal but when you look into her writing deeper, you find this sense of independent, self-absorbed, struggle to get what she wants.

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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">Illustration from a section of "Daddy":

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Poems focused on : Jilted Cut [|Daddy]