Thursday, 12 March 2009

• a few poems.

  Timeless For a Minute

   

  Before Time hears us,

  and takes grandma’s heart,

  Daddy’s job,

  Our youth,

  And this moment,

  I can whisper,

  underneath

  the merciless minutes,

  “forever.”

  
  

  
  

  
  

  Scientist

   

  Blaming the nest

  for my frustration,

  I fly into the night

  
  

  only
  

   

  to confirm

  that Earth is indeed

  round.

  
  

  
  

  This So-Called Beauty Within  

   

  On the inside is much

  too close to her kiss.

  Under the silk of her epidermis,

  Just behind appealing eyes

  Bubbling beneath her girlish figure

   

  Too easy

  when the inside is so close to the out.

  No, I am sure, slick one,

  you have not seen it.   

  
  
  
  

  Lead Crystal

   

  Stickers in sparkly inspiration

  stuck to the face of my notebook

  and the mouth of my elders,

   make me rubber

  and bounce me back.

   

  Again, again and again

  I rise into a new way of falling,

  each time wishing

  I was lead crystal. 

  
  

  
  

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