I Heard You Out Of The Corner Of My Ear

By Jon Rodz

I've been writing for many years. In my early teens I starting expressing myself in poetry as a way of relieving stress and soon became quite fond of it (the writing not the stress). This ebook goes back to that time and works its way to the present. A lot of my poetry was inspired by feelings of hurt, but most of it is positive and cheerful. I experiment with word play, and if I can include irony in a story then I don't hold back. I hope you enjoy my writings and I can assure you there's more to come.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jon Rodz
• Release date: Feb 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781452428390

Jon Rodz

I have loved writing for as long as I can remember and I have been collecting my work since my highschool years. Everything inspires me but some of my favorite topics are feelings/relationships, art, my family, and nature. Although I enjoy free verse and modern poetry, my favorite work is the classical and structured writings of many who are now sleeping in death, and I believe that this is evident in most of my poems. I easily find humor in many things and thus try to incorporate this in all I write; I'm especially fond of how irony can turn a good story into a memorable one.

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Table Of Contents

The Tale With No Beginning - Intro

Permanent Pencil

Ciclista

Turn Off The Door

Close The Light

Mother Mars

Grayscale Memories

Gestures For Jesters

I Don't Cry In Airports

Hate - Outro

About The Author

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The Tale With No Beginning

I'm trying to start,

What from my heart,

A poem better than any.

Within my head,

A line is said;

In fact I dare say many,

And as I scroll,

My thoughts do roll,

But none suit what I'm feeling.

The thoughts I spell,

Become a tell,

A little too revealing.

I want to paste,

A subtle taste,

And build it up progressing,

But truth be told,

I have no hold,

On what I am expressing.

I tend to spill,

Despite my will,

The end leaving a valley,

For I've not got,

A plan or plot,

But only the finale.

And so here goes,

What thought arose,

The story with odd spinning.

With no delay,

I guess I'll say,

The tale with no beginning...

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Permanent Pencil

Abstract And Pensive Poems

The Life Of Good Paper

A brand new paper,

Waiting for words,

To be written in it,

Is like a brand new life,

A brand new web,

Waiting for a spider,

To spin it.

So when pencils and pens are down,

It's like life is no longer.

Making use of a writing hand,

Makes a notebook breathe,

Deeper and stronger.

Life can be taken away quicker,

On pages,

Than in the stages of reality.

Life can be appreciated better,

Without the ages,

Or the wages on personality.

A life can be taken away,

By the people who gave it to us,

But in literature we'll never die,

If our writings do outdo us.

If there's anything on a mind,

Escape is found in what we write.

I fear the dark for now,

But on paper,

I fear the white.

I fear not being able,

To make my voice be heard,

But all my fears are conquered,

With the spelling out,

Of a first word.

Expression is important,

'Cause a thought,

Should never go unspoken.

A page should never be ended,

Just because a pencil is broken.

I'm so happy that I can write.

I don't need,

To search or rover.

If anything is to be remembered,

Then the best stories,

Are never over...

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Color Symbols

A tear rolls down my cheek.

Wait, there's another.

There's one thing different,

About the two,

And that's the color.

The first one is blood red,

'Cause of the pain,

That I go through.

The second is transparent,

Symbolizing what I feel for you.

(Nothing hidden between parentheses)

A bead of sweat,

Breaks from my brow.

Of a different color as well.

This drop is a droll blue,

And it also has a story to tell.

I speaks of my desires,

My smiles,

My accomplished work.

Even my losses,

Have their colorful tale,

But hidden behind happy memories,

They lurk.

(Nothing hidden between parentheses)

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Blood Clot

I am gathered here today,

Because I refuse to fall apart.

I refuse to quit on what I start,

Thus I am my heart.

I've bled rivers that have frozen,

Over and over again,

And melted,

No,

Thawed.

I am pieces of a puzzle.

I am a pattern and a code.

Repeated,

Rephrased,

Retold.