The Burgoon Collection
Where Are My Answers?
This is a poem that combined many random thoughts that were shooting through my head one night. It was written in a very rushed way in a very short time period, and was "expressed creatively" when I took the contents of a junk drawer and superglued it to a poster board. Please don't try and think it through, I'm not insured for fried brains :) Enjoy.
Heros
This paper had a lot more thought put into than others. It was supposed to be on our own personal definitions of heros. It gets a bit sketchy at the end, but that all doesn't matter, it's still rather touching. On a side note, you don't need to know specifically who everyone mentioned is- we all have met our own Alyssa at one point in our lives.
A Seemingly Simple Goodbye
The child is my younger sister Julianna, and the narrator is me, with a little extra sweetness thrown in (I don't always talk to my family like that)
The font may take you a few seconds to get adjusted to, but give it time, and you'll start seeing the story and not the words. It's a tad melodramtic, but entirely true, and a bit heartful, if you know what I mean.
You Aren't
Odd and very much me. I was on a huge 80's cartoon kick around the time I wrote this. I wrote it with no one particular in mind, and thought the last line was tremendously clever until I went back and read it nine months later. I keep trying to remember what I was thinking about that day. Caution: Over-analyzation can produce dangerous products such as the poem you are about to read.
The Pet Names of the Heart
In a way it's a continuation of You Aren't. This was e-mail to all my closest friends, and my mom wants a copy typed up, because it's even more "me" than You Aren't is. A lot more detail, a lot more specifics, and a lot more of the stuff that signifies(spelling?)my mood of the time period. I kinda like the beginning, though, because I really don't understand where 'Hon', and 'Sugar', and 'Sweetness' came from. You know, women are supposedly always watching their weight, and referring to their significant others as the poisons of their cause might have gotten the husbands in trouble...eek! Too much thought, as always. What else have you to expect from me?
