Sunday, December 25, 2005

Christmas Apart

Lo!! A Star
From Jacob
Shines
As I wait
For words from
Loved ones, ones
I long to see, ones
Separated from me by
Situation and *life*, by the
Real world, by jobs, by school
Work. Home, alone, I think, and yet...
Home is where the HEART is...And where
*Is* my HEART? Everywhere!!! In every which
Place that I think YOU are, a bit of my heart flies
And stays with you. So I think of you, as I am *with* you;
And trim my tree,
And wish that you
And I were 'We',
Not a past adieu.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Ten No's

"I can't believe you'd do a thing like this
To me--me of all people," she had said.
She looks into his dark, opaque eyes, dead
To her need for a sensitive kindness
As he spares, callously, some pity dumb.
"Just tell me, please, what's her name? Her name! Please,
Just tell me. Oh, wait: Is she that Chinese
Girl? You know. Her." He sees what she's become,
A jealous monster who deserves no friends,
No help; no, no one should give her love. She
Can rot in hell for all he cares. To be
Free! Freedom! His words on which it depends:
"I know why you're mad. Mad is all I feel;
But I did this, because, I love you still."

Friday, July 29, 2005

Sonnet is for Sobering

The grass grain stains can't ground your saintly feet;
You know yourself and set yourself apart;
You cross the street with wide, cross eyes, discrete
From everyone but whom you have in heart.
You live alone without your love within
Your reach, without his head on your blue lap,
Not parting its waves to sight land, bare skin,
Not finding warm hands guiding there, a map.
You laugh off biting, chilling memories,
You shrug off melancholy, morose thought,
But laughs cannot provide you any lees,
And hollow shrugs can't hide how you're distraught.
I know you have your pride; let me help you;
I am just like you, living like you do.

Monday, June 20, 2005

Dizzied Up Girl

Spin
Slowly when it begins
Slowly at first
But spin a bit faster
And faster and quickly
Become so spinningly swift
That your skin screams out
Stop.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

A Certain Shade of Melancholy

Practice makes
Pathetic when
Time and
Time again
You try
Your best
To climb
To the
Top of
The hill
And fall
All the
Way into
Where you
Lose but
Love still.

Friday, June 17, 2005

Layered Cake

With a single drop
Glimmering in the sun,
A single drop dropping down
Weightless, floating,
Heavy, falling,
Falling from its place
From where it belongs,
A single drop spilling down,
It says:
I am life,
But without, I am death.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

The Maddening Hatter

The posting of words,
Vague and meaningless and dull,
Is what I do best.