LITR 3731: Creative Writing
Student Poetry Submission

Jason Honeycutt

Ninth-Grade Hallway

I swoop down the hallway, a gothic demon-at night.
"Why the hell is he wearing that cape?"
They cower in fear of my unwordly powers, my pentagram shines.
"Dude, get some sun."

I am the Master; they gawk my solemn passage.
"Are you sure that's a guy?"
I am, in my infancy, everything they desire.
"Dude, I'm gonna kick his moped over later."

Entropy

Slip inside an open casket. Shut the lid and close your mind. Is this image macabre enough for you? To be buried alive...alive inside a tomb that is sub-terrian. The weight of fear is heaped upon you, just dark enough to see the light. Can you smell the worms and fungus, creeping in to eat your eyes? Screaming-lies that take the form of eloquence. Buried there, your life behind you, relax and let it all subside. One day they will unearth your carcass and talk about how you have died. "Why?" they'll cry with tears and candlelight. Will all the honors they heap upon you replace the air you fought so hard to find, erase the claw from from inside the coffin, give back you stolen life and time? It's too late, too little, you're ridiculous.