Biography of Maxwell Ames
I'm a student in my 4th year of college using writing as a passionate form of therapy. I write how I feel in certain times. These are only pictures of a window into my thoughts. You're not seeing into my head, you're seeing a text-photograph of what was happening in my head, at a moment's glance. Enjoy.
Maxwell Ames's Works:
'If I Had Machinery' Verse and Vision 2011
'Mason Jars' Verse and Vision 2012
Maxwell Ames Poems
mason jars are the best for drinking water or orange juice or rum and coca cola
Upon Reading Tennyson's 'Lady Of Shallot...
With fear to part exquisite threads weaver, requite stagnant days in loom doom heady closure, mirrored in room for within your work, worlds are read
Written To Ratatat's 'Loud Pipes'
i stare out the window every chance i get and why did i let someone take control of my eyes and give them to a kid with ADD and free him from his riddalin
Avett Brother's Blues
I'm sitting on shag carpet been lovin' and hating and spittin up songs been makin designs
Any Place You Go Is Your Home
Where am I going to go when I get out of my room, and who am I going to see on the street, the people just walk bye, and sometimes I catch an eye, so what is happening in my bedroom?
I can't remember the last time a chemical wasn't in my body, because the only way I can get through a day with grotesque distractions is to pull these actions from my brain
A Proust-Like Existence
I woke up today at 9 am to my roomate knocking at the front door. He had to drive his girlfriend a few blocks to school and forgot his keys inside. He apologized a few times and I crawled back into
Summer In Stevens Point
On college ave in summer where the first floor of the house is an oven where my skin becomes soft with sweat my heat hangs in the air like smoke; there is no breeze
we are as a bundle of chords on the floor, each decision we make is the hand that plucks us and plugs us into what we do. through the myriad of decisions we make each day,
Piano Vs. Guitar
i sat down at the piano bench for 10 whole years i never stood up and moved away because of my fears that i had been wasting my time and i wouldnt express myself i couldnt rewrite erase scratch out replace what i had been taught
Do you think I noticed the duration of six months felt like yesterday, but that the last month felt like a year, a week ago. Do you think I noticed warmth and deprevaty coming into me at once, a weekend that felt like a month's vacation after I left home. I didn't.
Relationship Of [my] Life
I'm in the relationship of [my] life. What does she want? No one ever knows. Well what do you want from this relationship with her? I want a future with her, I could stay with her forever,
Conversation With A Lion
I was feeling kind of low alors.....allez y My buddy lion told me even when I feel like I'm falling life lines are shot like le foudre but there always remains a calling
Response To Rejection
I can think of words to put on the page and stage less appropriated to those of older age, i realized i'm not at the top when personal complements from mouths dropped when i left for france and i cornered an email the stopped my pulsing poetry immersion from soaked cushions of last night's flat white virgin. and it read like this:
Dear (enter name here) ,
Thank you for submitting your pieces “we copied and pasted here, which we let sit around for half of a year, then met a deadline, our