Trevor+Hinton

"being able to fill a persons head with a broader idea while keeping it simply"-Trevor Summer: Just a normal day as a kid in the summer playing around with toys that seemed to move on their own at times moving around and around letting the world become a blur time flashes for an instant and i'm staring into the middle of a table my eyed slowly shuttering as the ice cold glass mixes with the blood of my skin life speeds up as I cry out a blood curdling cry as the table clings onto me like a eagle to it's prey as the world closes around me I sense a form of piece waiting for the ambulance to arrive as I try to take my mind off of the pain the little red truck glistens in the sun of a summer afternoon

Down(revised) unconscious laying in the hospital pain holds me down but not from waking up I slowly open up to the world like wings from a bird awaiting his flight but slow to take off stopping to catch your breath stand and walk stitches on your mouth and eye keeping you shut like cauke but thank god everyday that you can run and walk
 * cough... up blood as you move

an ode to my swag that waves like my flag showing my skill hard like a tylenol pill educated from the time I was 1 so like chris brown you can go head' and run run run don't stop moving until i'm done this is my swag that I salute to stays around kinda like the swine flu but don't worry bout catching it cuz' it doesn't fly only thing moving is the car I drive... in while the phone keeps ringing and the girls keep calling guess we can all just shout.... BALLIN'!!

critique for ode: if style was to keep everything lowercased then it's fine, if not then fix it was good not lots of rhyming

Poet: Yusef Komunyakaa born- 1947 in Bogalusa, Louisiana served in the United States Army from 1969 to 1970 began writing poetry in 1973, received his bachelor's degree from the University of Colorado Springs in 1975 his first book was Dedications and Other Darkhorses which was published in 1977 I've noticed that his writing style sometimes takes you on a journey through his life and different things that he lived through as well as simply stories where the moral is subtle. He also tends to show a more darker side with bringing to light things that most people wouldn't think would happen just by seeing his outer appearance, however when you read some of his poems and picture what he talks about you can see something that brings to life something not seen but more hidden. He also saw that his poems have reoccurring themes like animals and people close to him

I have witnessed you Wash your paws at the altar Of your moony reflection Halved by a dogwood.

People say grace over you In the backwoods - garnished With sweet potatoes & red peppers. I have seen you fold paws across

Ringed eyes to shield out Flashlights, as stout men Climbed oaks to shake you down For the dogs. Raised on hind legs,

With fruity entrails perfuming The cold night air, you fought Till men kicked the dogs off To save you for their blessings.- Yusef Komunyakaa

Sonnet: this is how I talk beginning to show my flow out of time is nothing try speaking from your throat confusing yet true rose red diamonds blue microphone check... one and two this is how I talk and now you can see it is true

Knowing: "I know way too many people here right now that I didn't know last year" where'd ya'll come from blocking my shine from this dumb sun I require respect you just want less rhyme stupid flow haven't even passed the test try and put your synopsis on top of this words flow kinda like the herbs you grow but more for the minds me-dic-inal quizzical the faces they give when they ask why I still live hate flowing like the lava from a volcano relax your mind and you'll be ok though the stuff your used to is leaving your brain like play-doh slow this down for the one's who just don't know I am everything I could ever imagine to be your an absorbtion just a small little flea using me to reach your goal STOP cuz I am.... just what you want

Random: Check this out picture it like your favorite drink take a sip I'm yours your mine saw you on the street sed damn baby you fine I love your smile your walk and your persona your everything a guy would ever want and so much more hey i'm only human so let me spit just a little bit more my name is trevor michael hinton a man on a mission so just listen your flying I'm floating and baby you got me open got me quotin' like a quarter and a dime baby your the dime and baby your soo fine

The style of my writing is more of rhyming and rap more than it is style. I tend to create a story within a story in different forms of personifications and things like that. I also find myself sometimes deleting inner stories and just rhyming off of what I think at the moment. I see that my poems are detailed enough so that if someone read them they would be able to vividly picture what is going on in a toned down way. I would like for my poems hopefully to continue to grow and get better with how I change around different ideas in my poem; however overall I do like the way my poems were made and how they grew differently over time to fit what the general flow of the rest of the poems and how they were going.