Biography of Newo Enec
Newo is 16 She is currently a junior in high school. She began writing poems in the fifth grade. She is active in the marching band, concert band, and science olympiad at school. She can play the clarinet and saxophone, and is also learning guitar. Newo draws inspiration from the world around her, through personal experience, imagination, or secondhand account. The poets she most enjoys reading are Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, T.S. Elliot, Pablo Neruda and Ezra Pound.
Newo Enec Poems
If I wan, into the severed moonlight Like the swarms of my shamed ancestors before me Would you bury me, eulogize me As I never deserved?
I almost wish I were dying in your cold embrace Tears carve riverbeds in my once smooth flesh It is so hard for me to write this As my senses have failed me
It was night The shadows fell around us like wet february snow Clinging to the secret creases in between us And I told you
A Long Time Ago
A long time ago All I wanted was to write something beautiful for you But I could never find the words Words were the slippery parts in conversation
It was the loss of my motivation As he took my hand I had nothing left to work for Nothing left for which to stand
Bipolar During First Period English Hono...
When I saw you today I knew my feelings had changed Because the only feeling that came over me Was a vicious yearning to rip your hair
Inside Jokes And Best Friends
Kool aid.Socks.Pop Tarts. Circles, When they always beat triangles And ninja fights on your front lawn With pool cues on the trampoline
Where is creativity? Is there even any more room? Has human inspiration been dried out this soon? Or have we gotten too lazy?
Forgiving A Cheater
I've heard it before All the songs about cheating About revenge, and crying, and feeling sorry for ourselves What if I forgave him?
Flaws In The Fake
Pose for them, they still won't like you Coat those nails in black Dye your hair ever darker Wear your makeup thicker
I ran into the room, feeling the pressure, My heartbeat resonating throughout my entire body Blood pulsing beneath every inch of my skin Like the monster forming inside me
Will I Ever See The Day
My fingers trace these cold scars And I remember the warmth beneath them.. My eyes absorb these pink scars And I remember the red beneath them..
I don't want to see anymore Don't want to open my eyes and witness Everything in this world has been corrupted It seems
Razor And A Picture
I opened up to someone last night (Someone other than you) I opened up my heart last night (Speaking the words that aren't true)
A Long Time Ago
A long time ago
All I wanted was to write something beautiful for you
But I could never find the words
Words were the slippery parts in conversation
The beginnings and ends because once we get started
You can never shut us up
Then, as soon as I could really relate to you
We had to be torn apart
And this may very well be