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mo, 18 january 2012

What If

What if
skies were green,
if music was deaf,
If trash was clean?

What if
up was down,
If crystal was murky,
If smiles were frowns?

What if
Earth was square,
If babies were mature,
If truth was dare

What if
Identical was different
If wars were peace
If next-door was distant

What if
We didn’t have an answer
Oh well!
It wouldn’t matter

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mo, 6 january 2012

One Day

I'll prove it to you.
One day you'll see..
How happy I am,
When you're with me..

You'll realize it when,
You see it in my eyes;
The way they smile and laugh,
When we make our sparks fly..

I'll pick up every piece I've shattered,
Of your delicate, precious heart.
I'll do whatever it takes to fix it up,
Like it was from the start.

You'll forget my stupid comments,
The ones I never meant.
You'll know I've always loved you.
My heart was not for rent.

I'm waiting for that day,
And I'm hoping it comes soon.
Before I end up leaving far away,
As far as sun and moon.

So at least by then, you'd understand,
How much I really love you.
So we can live our lives after,
With a love as true as blue..

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mo, 23 january 2012

The Spirit of the Forest

Floating through the foggy forest, I can hear the
soft falsetto voice whispering a simple children's’ tune.
Simple, the tune is, but not the words the voice sang.
It seemed as though it were a different language--an
ancient language. I look in all directions, searching
for this voice; this sweet, gentle voice that seemed to
yank my heart into a constrained knot of security,
but all I could see were evergreen trees, the dark
mysterious fog, and the moon-- the brightest, and
biggest I have ever seen. And suddenly, I see her.
This little girl has come out of the shadows, almost
as though she were mist, herself. Her hair were as
black as night; her skin; a pale ivory. Her lips made
little movement, but her voice had turned strong and
clear. And in her arms, the little girl held a doll.
And to my surprise, the doll looked like me.
The little girl, who looked innocent in her white
nightgown, seemed to gain an aura of evil, hey eyes--
a deep, blood red. Her singing became more
fast paced, more complicated. The amazing
combinations of the notes of her voice, turned
into a sudden chant. I suddenly knew,
I shouldn't be there. Fearing destruction, I
try to race back to where I had come
from before. I wanted to run back into
Mom’s arms and feel the tightness,
and warmth of her protection surround my body.
I wanted to breathe in the drifting scent
of my mother’s home-baked bread, to taste
as the butter seemed to melt on my tongue.
But I had not taken a single step, for the
girl stopped chanting to smile as I was sucked
into the empty hollowness of her little doll.

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mo, 15 january 2012

These Chains

So close, yet so far apart
Lay our needy, wanting hearts.
Trapped with chains, and locks of steel,
Escape seems too far from real

But, I swear to you one day.
I'll definitely find a way.
To escape our captors,
One of our most challenging factors,

And these chains will break
Will rust and break

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mo, 15 january 2012

The Water of Health- a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende

If the crystal liquid
of mystery was real,
how many people
would we be able to heal?

Cancer wouldn’t be a problem,
and not many would die.
This magical potion,
would stop any cry.

But, then this would bring problems.
We all can’t live forever.
There wouldn’t be enough space.
The water of health isn’t a treasure.

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mo, 13 january 2012

The Poem You Hate

See the world,
as i see it:
A dark, hopeless,
bottomless pit.

See my life,
as well as i know it as:
furious, dramatic,
going too fast.

See me,
through my eyes:
how ugly I am
how I’m fat from rice
how I have no purpose
How I can’t sing a song
how I’m unlovable
how you're completely wrong

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mo, 13 january 2012

The Nightmare-A Response to the City of Beasts by Isabel Allende

The glass shatters and with a clatter,
breaks as if the earth is shaking.
My body’s sweating,
and I’m not pretending,
when I tell you I’m not faking.

But, there it was: a giant bird-
black, to say the least.
And, in its talons,
was my mother frightened.
My heart could barely beat.

The bird flew off into the sky-
a sky heavy with dark clouds.
I suddenly awoke,
thanks to the thunder.
Thinking about the nightmare,
that caused me to wonder.

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mo, 13 january 2012

The First

Princess, princess up in the tower,
Would you look down on me?
Because down here, i hold a flower,
That I picked from overseas

And in each petal holds my love,
Which is forever yours.
Greater than the stars above,
More gentle than the singing dwarves.

Each one softer than a butterfly's kiss,
And a so sweet; eternal bliss.
Look down on me, princess, my love.
My dream come true, the angel above.

Come down from your tower,
And let us meet.
I can’t wait to see your beauty up close,
From your head to your feet.

And once you’re down, let me hold you tight,
To cherish the moment that feels so right.
And from now on, together we’ll stay
Together forever, for the rest of our days.

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mo, 7 january 2012

Suffocating

Wherever I go,
you follow
If not today,
then tomorrow

No time to myself
I can hardly breathe
No air at all
A silent plea

I may be smiling
As bright as a sunray
But inside I’m crying
“Please go away”

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mo, 7 january 2012

Stuck In A Daydream

He's standing there
playing with my hair
Laughing and smiling
Life seems fair

'I'll never choose another'
He whispers, handing me flowers
He leans in for a kiss
I'm weak for his power

But I never got those flowers
Or the kiss I would've missed
I was just stuck in a daydream
that caused me to wish...

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Other poems: Half Full, A Price to Pay, I don't Know, The Spirit of the Forest, That Little Blossom, You Don't Know, Yet To Be Broken, Writer's Block, Why?, What If, Utterly Strangers, Unlock Me, Through the Crack- a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, These Chains, The Water of Health- a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, The Poem You Hate, The Nightmare-A Response to the City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, The First, Suffocating, Stuck In A Daydream, Reality and Dreams, One Day, Not Always True, Ninja, Never Reject a Pauper, My Name, Mistakes, Missing Waves, Missing Angel, Misconception, Milk White, Blood-Red, Labels, Inversions, I'm Sorry, If I Told You, I Need to Write a Poem, Guitar in The Dark, Friday The 13th, Don't Wear Makeup At My Funeral, Deep Black Eyes, Climbing Fear-a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende, Cherry Blossom, A World Without You, A Tale Of Two Friends, A 'Normal' Grandmother-A Response to the City of Beasts by Isabel Allende,

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Poetry

What If

One Day

The Spirit of the Forest

These Chains

The Water of Health- a response to The City of Beasts by Isabel Allende

The Poem You Hate

The Nightmare-A Response to the City of Beasts by Isabel Allende

The First

Suffocating

Stuck In A Daydream

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