oh, it’s futile
people are themselves
they change
but they are the catalyst
Author: Georgia Tell
Poem #503
I am a boulder
unmovable
nearly unbreakable
I watch the world
and exist
slowly wearing away
Poem #502
a spray of sparks
back of a pickup truck
two men in the night
shoulder of the freeway
everyone drives past
pondering for a second
but inevitably assuming
that this is correct
perception might be reality
Poem #501
I’m big
bigger than a house
taller than you
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Free Poems #4 – falling_in_love(“better off”) & sometimes
Twitter user @heisawolf — aka Juansen Dizon — asked me to write a #freepoem for him today! I haven’t gotten a request in a bit, so as soon as I had a moment I launched into it.
Just to preface this first poem, I’ve been learning Python, a programming language, on Codecademy.com (awesome resource, by the way!). I will paste the text below, but you really should look at the picture to get the poem in its true form.

falling_in_love(process)
boy = “open”
girl = “open”def falling_in_love(process):
if process == “ideal”:
boy = “in love”
girl = “in love”
print “They live happily ever after.”
# Who believes in fairy tales anymore?
elif process == “complicated”:
boy = “in love”
girl = “not ready”
print “He hurts.”
# The likely outcome.
elif process == “better off”:
boy = “doesn’t notice her”
girl = “not ready”
print “They never love, but they never hurt.”
# Wouldn’t he rather?
else:
print “Uncharted territory.”falling_in_love(“better off”)
# Sorry.
My second poem has a bit of a more hopeful tone.
sometimes
sometimes
he likes her
like a lotsometimes
she doesn’t
feel the samesometimes
sometimes
it works out
Feel free to request a #freepoem of your own! Contact me on Twitter @GeorgiaTell or submit to my contact form!
Poem #500
smiles and interest
questions and games
Poem #499
mismatched socks
tired me
Poem #498
oops
I forgot
Poem #497
my body doesn’t fit
I keep growing
to the edges of this room
the walls are about to burst
my expansion will continue
shoulders pushing on the ceiling
legs squished to the walls
I’m a giant

