January 2012
30 posts
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Day 29
LETTERS I CANNOT SEND
There are many letters I
Cannot send. Unstamped envelopes
sitting on my desk. Stationery;
neat and crisp, ink tastefully upon it.
Words I cannot say, cannot speak, for
You won’t listen. So I write these letters
Without a signature. Without a name.
Only my thoughts of all this mess
Letters I cannot send.
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Day 28
Text me, I said, when you get home,
to make sure you’re alright,
to make sure you made it
back safe.
He looked into my eyes,
with the sincerest gratitude,
“Thank you for caring.” left
his lips, and that made my day,
to know that he knew that I cared.
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Day 27
Cowardice, not bravery.
Can’t you see it only hurts you in the end?
That front, that mask, that wall.
You hide behind your emotions.
You find refuge in immaturity.
Learn to accept the feelings,
that are fostered in your heart.
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Day 26
It’s the touch we often miss,
the physical contact of a person,
their presence is merely not enough
to fulfill the desires of the heart.
Sometimes, a simple pat on the shoulder
satisfies your longing to belong,
to belong to a universe where interaction
is essential to our existence.
A hug can make your heart dance, and make
your soul breathe. For a life without touch,
is like...
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Day 25
They ask me why I wear my class
ring on my finger,
my ring finger to be exact,
the one reserved for a lover’s
promise.
I tell them it’s a reminder,
of the promises I have made
to myself in the darkest of times.
“Knowledge is Power” etched on its
side, my name engraved in cursive.
I tell them I wear it to remember my
name, for if I were to ever fall and...
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Day 24
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so modest,
for eyes don’t linger on the conservative,
and beauty has become an object,
something which I am not.
Turtle-neck sweaters line my closet,
long-sleeved tees in every drawer.
I wish I wasn’t so modest.
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Day 23
Shatter me to my core,
wrestle with my mind,
shake me up so hard,
I have to hold myself,
to stop from disintegrating.
Short of breath,
panicking,
memories flash before my eyes,
open wounds, festering sores,
eyes heavy, knees weak, hands cold.
I thought it was ending, it’s only beginning,
a journey so long and arduous,
let me stop for water, or do you intend
to let me dehydrate...
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Day 22
You messed me up.
It’s taking twice as long
to pick up the millions
of fragments of glass.
The broom just won’t do
the swiffer doesn’t even work,
the mop is worse, and the vaccuum
doesn’t suck up the memories.
Barefoot across the linoleum,
I walk to feel, so I won’t be numb,
but I have to succumb,
to the feeling, the pain, the frustration
it’s like...
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Day 21
I speak of emotions,
of moments, of carefully
planned out situations.
I speak of pen hitting paper,
or trees bearing their fruit.
I speak of odd happenstances,
indicative occurrences,
water drowning feelings of regret,
tea cups and biscuits shared with a friend.
I speak of musical notes caressing our eardrums,
hitting our soul until we knock out and dream of
long tunnels and unicorns.
...
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Day 20
A rose won’t sweep her off her feet.
Her crimson colored sneakers
may often leave the ground,
but trust me, a rose won’t sweep
her off her feet.
She may often play roles of a romantic
lover, and dance to the sweet notes of
a lover’s song.
But a rose won’t sweep her off her feet.
Her dark eyes that you love so much
may sparkle beneath the moonlight,
as you call...
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Day 19
Would it be okay,
to strangle you
with my words,
just as you destroyed
me with your silence?
Lie once again, and see
what reaps from the ground
upon which I tread.
The just reap rewards,
the dishonest, nothing.
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Day 18
I stopped at my locker to gather my things
before our break time commenced,
Econ book in, snacks out,
peripheral visions lurked in my mind.
Your very presence disturbed my
sense of balance. Head down, shoulders up
I trotted up the stairs, pushed by bodies
trying to break through the crowd.
That’s when I saw him, walking towards me,
smile on lips, heart on sleeve.
A friendly...
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Day 17
You can take my job,
you can take my house,
but you cannot deprive me
of my words, of my speech,
of my self-expression. For
a voice is needed, to protest
the unfairness, to voice the
opinions. You will not take
my words, my means of
reacting to emotions.
Censor everything, and my
voice will remain, becoming
ever so loud, until it shatters
into a million little fragments that
will...
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Day 16
They were held together
by two rubber bands,
so the contents wouldn’t spill.
Each letter was sealed
each stamp was set
all ink was dried,
my pen had died.
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Day 15
Silence Killed the Boy Who Never Cared
They met up on the cold,
black bench, where they
first set their eyes upon
each other many afternoons
ago. He sat at her left, she
sat on his right. Shoulder
to shoulder they began to
pour their hearts out, one by
one, delving into their hearts,
retreating into their minds.
“Do you ever think of me?”
Pain, confusion, bitterness,
...
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Day 14
For minds are often broken,
for fear of the unspoken,
The thoughts nestle in our
brains just waiting to escape.
Fear of rejection, ridicule, and
shame will prevent the words
from releasing their toxins.
Don’t be afraid, let the words burn,
let them burn deep into the skin
of the enemy. Through this
fearless declaration, you will
rise above the adversary.
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Day 13
Warm to the touch,
blushing.
A beautiful ache of the
heart.
Irregular rhythm. Pulsating
beat.
Sweaty palms.
Nervous.
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Day 12
Where did that smile come from?
How did it originate, slowly
forming on my face,
as you called my name,
to ask me a question?
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Day 11
Why must I be a fragile being,
Clinging so desperately to words that
Were said when cloudy thoughts
Shrouded the mind? For once,
I want to be deaf to the
Exquisite words,
to the capturing sentences,
to the deceptive truths.
For once I want to dismiss
All the compliments that lulled me to sleep,
I want to disregard the songs, the melodies,
The orchestral sounds of our...
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Day 10
Why is it that sadness and hurt
always inspire exquisite words,
to appear on paper and gain recognition
while in reality the pain is much greater
than the fame?
Why is it that we long to hear about the
bad news before the good news?
Is it because through the pain of others
we come to terms with the fact that we
are all the same,
that we are indeed alike,
even amongst the diversity...
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Day 9
She strays from compliments,
like a cat to water,
slightly touching the surface,
then retreating as though
the words burn in her face.
For fear of attachment,
she avoids contact, punishing
herself for any emotion that
may ensue in her heart.
Annoyed by the thought,
reproachful words tell her
not to pursue any further,
for uncertainty leads to
curiosity, which eventually
killed the...
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Day 8
Sit for me, on the dilapidated
piano bench, in the old chapel
playing songs I know by heart,
to refresh my memory.
Let us sit on the shore,
running the sand through our
fingers while snow cones melt
dripping their syrupy sweet,
on your white tee.
Let’s just watch the cars below, as
we sit on the edge of the parking
lot ledge, waiting for the other to
make the move.
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Day 7
I hate myself for hating you.
For now that I loathe your
very existence, I bring judgment
upon my own soul.
I wish I could spew out a
thousand menacing daggers,
kill you with my words.
But what good does it do?
You were not the protagonist,
only a supporting actress,
watching from afar,
taking the reins when the main
actress disappeared into the clouds.
You only took what was handed...
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Day 6
That’s what I get for playing games,
the outcome always so unexpected,
I predict a predicament, yet, the opposite
occurs. Silly, silly me, trying to mend
what cannot be fixed. Silly, silly me,
trying to get back in the game.
For a want of words leads to
disaster, leads to desperation,
leads to mistakes, unwanted.
A need for a glance, creates
reproachful looks from the mirror.
...
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Day 5
Soft spoken words,
through inconvenient means,
sing me my lullaby,
when insomnia hits the stage.
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Day 4
For hateful words slither their way to the tongue,
killing with envy, disgracing with shame,
degrading a life to bitter shambles.
They spew out venom that poisons the soul,
it clouds the heart and paralyzes the brain.
For hateful words crawl through the space
between heart and ribs, nestle in, and make a home.
They envelop a being with their sting of bitterness,
causing a life ...
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Day 3
There’s not much in my mind,
just an absence of words,
my exhaustion takes over my flow
of letters. The ink well is dry, the
graphite filed down to its core.
Staring at a blank page, I
cannot manufacture any verse.
I cannot redeem myself through rhyme
nor prose, nor prayer, nor satire.
There’s not much inspiration running
through my veins, coursing its way through
my...
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Day 2
Napkin Sketches
I tried to draw a sketch of you today,
on a napkin at my favorite restaurant,
but my skills are lacking;
an artist I am not, or maybe I’m
just forgetting the color of your eyes,
the impact they had upon mine, so
piercing and honest, like a mystery
waiting to be solved. Maybe I’m just
forgetting the features of your face,
every dimple, every scar, every...
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DAY 1
BERRIES
Berries, oh so sweet and small,
did linger on her lips.
An intoxicating aura,
hovered in the air, like
perfume on her wrists.
The flowers in the meadow,
reminded her of home,
the birds hidden among the willows,
did not speak of her presence.
She sat betwixt two trees,
admiring the yellow jessamine’s.
One last look, one last glance,
one last thought, one last breath.
...
Project Time
The 366 Poems of 2012
I will try to write a poem a day, to help improve my writing and to keep a log of my days. I hope it works out.
