I'm Poofeh.
I'm bad at introductions.
So let's skip the boring information about me and get to the poems. x) The following were class assignments in my Creative Writing class. If you spot anything that bothers you, feel free to tell me.

Feuds

Fuming talk - a blistering shout without heart
Amplifies through mortal mouths of men.
Blinded by the boiling turmoil, ferocious foes
Roar the words scored within their vocal cords.
Their bitter breath burns holes in enemy souls
While fiery sounds surround the air above ground.
They are afraid not of the sharpened blades
Of one another’s virus-ridden voice, their choice
Is to reject and infect one another without regret
Though hidden within the debris an apology lurks
When peace is revealed the wounds will be healed.
The tension will drain; the pain put to the past
Only to have the brutal banter will begin over again.

This poem I wrote after a fight with my mother. :| Not much to say about it. xD

Coated in a chromatic cocktail of chrome
I cradle the colors crowning a creator’s cleaver.
Bathe the blade’s brittle bristles in burgundy broth
And slather the surface of sanctity with the spirits of serenity.
I drive far from discipline; I dive deep into dreams.
A foreigner of my own figure, I forage fiction and fables.
I hallucinate this holy heaven - my home.
For only in death does dependence die.

This assignment was supposed to be our view of what our "beyond" is after we die. Basically I envision my beyond to be filled with creativity - inverse of what society is viewed as today... aka "discipline and dependence".

I'll add more once I can get my flash drive to work. x)