Love Poems in Hemp Notebooks

In the spirit of Valentines Day (a holiday I actually loathe to my core) I've decided to share a love poem. I wrote it during my week long poetry intensive at school. Before I wrote this poem, I hadn't written a decent poem since October.

About the Notebook:Now, before I post the actual poem, I have to talk about my notebook. I received it when I was 8 years old. My mom, sister and I were going on a trip to Florida to do a program called Teen Missions. A woman from the church we attended at the time gave us "going away" packages with food, disposable cameras, crayons, Mad Libs, and of course, notebooks. We each got one, however, I seem to be the only one who still has theirs. These notebooks are hand-made, recycled hemp paper (don't quote me on that) made by poor women in some other country. Sorry I can't remember the details, but it's been 8 years. I have terrible memory.

Thanks for your patience...

Sweet Spice

Her eyes

a brilliant green,

the fluffiest most crystalline

buds held within a gold speckled casing.

She is a goddess

a name suited to her fairness,

the most expensive spice

and a vibrant yellow.

Her breath

flavored and scented

like perfumed vanilla,

exuding from lips that

shine with dripping diamonds.

She is my confidant,

she is my personal goddess

with wings made from gold,

tattered from men and their false words.

Saffron,

my lovely spicy woman,

fragrant and elegant,

my personal goddess,

my radiant love,

how I dream to kiss you,

how I dream to place

your scented skin upon mine.

I will pick you up,

hold you close,

tell you comforting truths.

I will mend your wings,

make you forget the pain

inflicted by the man who

knew not how to treat you.

I dream of loving you,

I dream of caressing you.

But I cannot afford

your expensive spice. 

A Creation Theory

It must be said that I am a master bullshit artist before anything else is said. Trust me, it's relevant. On the first day of real classes this year, my science teacher asked us to write a creation theory we knew of. Being a master bullshit artist (I told you it was relevant) I decided to write an offbeat little joke theory of creation. However, instead of it being a silly story, it actually became good. It's amazing how a good story can come out of a fifteen minute free write. So, here it is, pulled from this year's "school notebook."



There was once a man named Heraldo Norstramus, who sat in a big, blank place for no time at all, because time had never started.
He was the only thing in all of nothingness, but somehow he felt that he also was nothing. Then, no day (because days did not yet exist) Heraldo Norstramus picked up his big black hands (for there was no color yet) and clapped them together. A sound was made. It was the first sound ever made.
Heraldo was so ecstatic about creating something in nothing-ness that he tried all sorts of different things. He made many bizarre noises. He grabbed the edges of nothingness and weaved it into a blanket. He had created something out of nothing.
That Not-Night, as Heraldo slept under his thick blanket of nothingness, he dreamed for the first time, (though time did not exist.) He dreamed of an orb of light, being circled by another orb composed of bright things he had never seen.
When he woke, his blanket of nothingness was no longer nothing. It was filled with all of the images from his dream.
So Heraldo went about reconstructing the blanket. He folded the green and blue circle into an orb, and thus the world was created. Heraldo began to think of spectacular creatures. The images flowed from his brain into the depths of the cloth of nothing turned something. He named it Earth. And when he stopped to gaze lovingly upon his creation, he saw that all of the beads of sweat had flown away from his skin into the nothingness, thus creating the universe.
Heraldo was so overjoyed by this miraculous sight that he began to glow with radiant, hot light. Every day he moves his creation, to see all the sides of it.