Hello. This is a collection of poetry, surrounding the idea of a boulder crushing me. Please keep all arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times, and no food or drink is allowed in the theatre. Please enjoy, but remain silent during the performance. ~~ Boulder: a Triolet I am weighed down by my boulder It's weight, the weight not my own It crushes down upon my shoulders I am weighed down by my boulder If only I'd been bolder To heal your cuts and your bones I am weighed down by my boulder It's weight, the weight not my own ~~ Boulder: a Dizain I am crushed by a million-pound boulder. I only want to help you win this game. To help you be braver, stronger, bolder. I read many books that all end the same. Yet for how you are, I myself have blame. To this broken girl who I almost kissed: I cannot describe how my chest did twist When you dug yourself a pre-mortem tomb, Lay yourself down with the reeds and the mist So the darkness? Me, it will, too, consume. ~~ Boulder: a Paradelle A little explanation before we begin: a paradelle is composed of four six-line stanzas. In each of the first three stanzas, the first two lines must be the same, the second two lines must be the same, and the final two lines must contain every word from the first and third lines, and only those words, rearranged in a new order. The fourth and final stanza must contain every word from the fifth and sixth lines of the first three stanzas, and only those words, again rearranged in a new order. I am weighed down by this boulder I am weighed down by this boulder It crushes me, outside and in It crushes me, outside and in Outside, this boulder weighed me down It crushes. I am, by and in. It's here because I tried to help It's here because I tried to help But all I did was make things worse But all I did was make things worse But all I make was worse things it's because, Here I did, tried, to help. In the wrong act of holding you close, In the wrong act of holding you close, I sent your fragile mind to a state of ruin. I sent your fragile mind to a state of ruin. I sent the wrong fragile mind to a holding. In the act of your state of ruin, you close. Here, outside, this boulder crushes me. I am weighed down by the wrong you. I sent your ruin to worse things. Fragile mind, it's all the act because I did help close. I, in a state of holding, tried. But it was to make in and of. ~~ Boulder: a Rondel I am crushed by this boulder Of anger, hurt, falsity and sad. Your pain might just drive us mad Strangle the devil and angel on my shoulder Your stares, their stares, make my arms feel colder So I pile on the sweaters so I won't feel bad. I am crushed by this boulder Of anger, hurt, falsity and sad. I wish I could say that your words make me bolder I wish I could say that they make me glad But all they do is make me sad I am crushed by this boulder I am crushed by this boulder. ~~ Boulder: a Free-Verse "What's the strangest place you've ever found something?" Sun, to Moon Meaning in a sandwich. Tear stains on an algebra textbook. Her lips on mine. Love, in the air. In my air. "OK, What about you now?" Moon, to Sun. A goose, stuck in a traffic cone. A pressed flower between two graves. My fantasy story in the 1st place spot. His unspoken stinging words on his face. "What's the strangest thing you can see right now?" Sun, to Moon. "On 3?" Moon, to Sun. "1..." "2..." "3..." "The boulder crushing that poor girl over there." Moon and Sun, together. "Wait, what? You can see it too?" Asks the girl. "No one is supposed to see it. They don't need that, on top of everything else. Don't worry, I'm fine." She smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. ~~ End. Thanks for attending!
