Boredom

© 2002

'Being busy' does not exist.

Our lives are stuck,

Repeating & repeating.

Everyone has it sometime,

Déjà vu's the clue.

Old can say it's new.

Me? I just try to ignore it.

Machinery

© 10/29/03

I sit inside myself,
and watch the outside world.
The outside world
runs my body,
I don't have the controls.
I don't know how to work the wheel,
I cannot reach the pedals.
The stick shift will not move the gears,
the emergency brake's not working.
I can't slow down,
I can't speed up,
I don't know how to swerve.
My body reacts to those around,
And I feel like a machine.

Can't Keep Up
© 10/29/03

I can't keep up.
I write too slow.
I can't keep up.
You speak to fast.
I can't keep up.
I know I'm smart.
I can't keep up.
Because I'm scared.

Life Preserver

© 10/29/03

Struggling,
Sinking,
floundering,
drowning.
I can't keep my head up,
my boat has broken up.
My crew has scattered to the South,
my crew is floundering at my side.
We call for help,
the sharks come out,
my crew's below the waves now.
I'm the captain who loves her ship,
but can't keep it afloat.
I'm the one who stays behind,
to bob along my boat.
The waves are big, the waves are dark,
they swamp my ships tall mast.
The thunder cracks,
the wind slaps,
my mast looks like it's breaking.
I can't hold on,
my mind is slipping.
I need a life preserver.

Care

© 4/15/05

Warmth.
Where?
Oh...Arm...
Red water from a slit.
Warm after hours of cold...
Will they care?
Who?
Them.
No, they won't.
Do they?
Yes, they see me.
Where?
Oh.

Box of polished wood.
Where's it going?
In the ground.
Beautiful flowers placed on top.
White roses.
Look, a red one.
Tears...
Salty water.
They do care...

...They never told me...
What?
That they cared...
That they what?
...Loved me...

Never Howls or Dies

© 10/14/03 (edit: 7/6/04 & 6/13/05)

Rainstorms drip and its water dries,

Lone wolf howls when the rain has died;

Its family’s coming soon.

But the rainstorm inside me never dies

And the lone wolf never cries.

Samurai Swords
© 10/22/03

The samurai sword
Lay forgotten on the stone,
Stained intentions of enemies,
Rinsed away by rain.
It would see many battles
With metallic clangs.

Poems of the Elements: Flames
© 2003

Flames lick the burning bush
Voices speak of lies and death
Blue and orange, the fires rush
To spread the word without a breath.

Poems of the Elements: Colors (edit)
Original © 2003
Edit © 2005

Golden is the Sun when shining,
As Silver is the Moon’s whining.

Pink is the Lotus flower,
As Red is the Dragon’s power.

Yellow is a Chimera’s eye,
As White is the color that makes you fly.

Brown are the Osprey’s wings,
As Blue as a Phoenix who has no wings.

Purple is the Conscious eye,
As Black the river Stipuli.

The colors of the Elements,
Specific to each one.

Rain
© 6/9/05

She stood in the rain
and washed away
her feelings, her hopes,
her dreams and her lies.

Winds blew, seasons changed,
skies grew wings
and floated away

Her life was different
her life would change
she’d go along on any day

but this was her time
in the rain
where she could say
no one saw her tears that day

she wasn’t the one
who was crying
because tears make raindrops
in the clouds