What?

Can I kiss the hot mud on the moon?

No, the cloud may bruise the leather rocks

 And the truth about the burning dogs will swing,

While the water kills what is left of the soft dreams.

The curve of the sharp frog is important.

The cool eye may bite the slag,

But the ruined throats will surprise the king,

While the wavering ghosts cut the pin.

Don’t hit the blue before you scare the lie

You will anger cool, red wings.

Maximize the used and talk as a branch,

But forget the words of the woman’s fingers.

Our Class

This class was by far the best class I have had so far. Everything you taught us, you did in a way that allowed us to interact. Interaction, in my opinion, is a key factor in learning. For me, anyway. You always had us speak out, answer questions, do activities, etc.
Everything that you taught me has stuck with me. Ive learned so much from you. Before I stepped into this class, I didn't appreciate literature, especially poetry. Now, I have poems hanging on my wall! Your class gave me a better outlook on literature and allowed me to understand. I would choose to read Arthur Miller over Nicholas Sparks any day.
The assignments weren't always easy, but I didn't expect them to be. It was a TON of work, but it was always worth it in the end. Especially all of the work you had us to for the research paper. I wouldn't have made the grade I did if it weren't for the "notes and quotes" and the deadline on the bibliography. (Thank you for that)
All of our discussions were fun. It was more than just work; we laughed, we made jokes, we stayed interested. I didn't want to ever miss a day of your class, honestly. I looked forward to it.
I can't forget everyone in the class either. I don't think it would have been as fun if it weren't for the group of people in there. And, the smaller the class, the better. We all got to know each other and we got work completed in a timely manor.
I can honestly say I loved everything about this class. I would have changed nothing. Not even all the work, or all the reading.

Poem

So, I know this may not be the best poem in the world. (I am by NO MEANS a poet.) But this poem does have meaning to me. I wrote this for a class assignment in high school EXACTLY one month BEFORE my brother's death. (Again, I'm not a poet.)

I know you will always be at my side,
Though you may not be alive.
Always looking down from Heaven above;
Never failing to show your love.
Even on my darkest days
You're there to erase the tears from my face.
I know you will always be at my side.
I know I will never have to say good-bye.

It gives me goosebumps that I wrote that before he died. He died on 2-4-2011 and I wrote it on 1-4-2011!!! Creepy!!!