Michelle Medhus

...Here are just a few of my plethera of original poems written two years ago (when I was addicted to cocaine, among countless other sinful temptations.) Although not in "correct" form (they are not written in stanzas), every line of every "imaginary stanza" was well thought-out, every word and every letter of all three poems serve as strict metaphors that can only be interpreted in one way. Read between the lines. Don't read what you see. Read what you think you see. Now let's just see if you can figure out ONE out if the THREE poems...if you think you've got them pinned, message me the meaning of EVERY line in EVERY stanza. If you interpret over 50% of the lines correct, I will personally give you a MINIMUM cash reward of $500. Keep in mind, however, that even my CREATIVE WRITING teacher AND my RHETORICAL ANALYSIS teacher at U of H butchered the meanings...Heh (: Enjoy with your utmost attention! SimLook at Sim, He sees the world in a rhyme. Can’t see him, Not in this time.He lives in a fantasy of white castles, In a place where he’s never hassled. He digs a deeper hole – time flies by, “Can’t seem to understand!” said he with a sigh.Opened, closed – his eyes move rapidly, On his face, he smiles so placidly. “Bump-ba-bump!” his heart does sound, He then got up to look around.He talks to insects, I must add, To Sim it seems the latest fad! Off to the cricket, he then replied: “I don’t exist!” And then Sim died. - Michelle Nicole MedhusSad SunThe world turns in a bitter revolution, On its land spawns evolution. The sun, she smiles at herself, Then comes Sadness, he himself.To one can seem to recognize, What lies behind his clever guise. “Ponder this!” he said so blatantly, Even the sun – the great star – listened patiently.“I can cheat death.” so Sadness said, The sun, well, her face turned red. So Sadness told her with great ease: “Watch closely, you’ll be pleased.”So she watched with intensity, His words aroused her propensity. “This is the End!” he boldly gloated, It was then that the sun exploded.Sadness lurked, It was the End of the world.-Michelle Nicole MedhusThe TripThe days pass by, Always starting out in a lie. No one could tell, yet no one could say, But something happened, yes – today.She began to reach for her flask, Ready to put on her ritual mask. She sipped, swallowed, then saw: Something was there, on the wall.She sits alone in her study, Suddenly her friends appear, everybody! Dazzled, she slips into a deep sleep – Coma, Her mind gets the best of her – Euphoria.Her wings appear out of nowhere, Surprisingly, she flies without a scare. Vision is by all means prime, She thinks to herself, “Is this a crime?”It was then that she claimed, “I am God!” Then someone softly replied: “fraud.”By missiles she was shot down, Bruised and bloody, she fell further and further towards the ground. Below her stood a mighty jury, “This was the time,” she thought, “To worry.”But from above, the Judge said: “Honey! Oh God! Is she dead?” Her eyes fluttered, The voice belonged to by whom she was mothered.Then she heard a faint beeping sound, The jury agreed she’ll soon be six feet underground. With heavy eyes, she looked up at the judge and patiently said: “I’m so sorry! I’ll never do this again!”But how could she speak? She was already five minutes dead. -Michelle Nicole Medhus