Haiku #1
flowed like reaper's cape
and her name was Katrina
they spoke of her not
To Mother
I know of what you do not speak
and why we moved to
these small walls in
Bronzeville
I wish to see you
but your eyes
have seen much more
than my ears can handle
your closet
holds those shoe boxes
frames of faces
I cannot understand
and mother
I know of that
blade under your pillow
that once severed
your own
that time when
you were half past
twelve
I know of those sisters
who called you
as I do
and those brothers
who looked to you
as father
as I do
and you are
tired mother
how I wish to see you
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
touched me in my sleep
I knew it was you
who touched me in my sleep
you pinched my nerve
like you would my cheek
and pressed
a tumor of sorts
I could not wake
but the first stroke
was felt
right side numb
left without consciousness
what harsh gropes
hands make in the dark
in complete admiration
you fondled
an attempt to express
affection in its sincerity
instead succeeded to
infection in its vulgarity
and slumber could not cure me
who touched me in my sleep
you pinched my nerve
like you would my cheek
and pressed
a tumor of sorts
I could not wake
but the first stroke
was felt
right side numb
left without consciousness
what harsh gropes
hands make in the dark
in complete admiration
you fondled
an attempt to express
affection in its sincerity
instead succeeded to
infection in its vulgarity
and slumber could not cure me
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
girls on poetry
I will write out
every single emotion
I have felt today
despite the fact
that I will
probably feel differently
tomorrow
and did
in earlier yester-years
insert overused
unappreciated
adjective here
oh and don't forget
that he cheated on me too
let me reiterate
my confusion
and hint at his
existence
in an obviously
inconspicuous
manner
then I'll dabble
in Love and on Love
until
my heart can
regurgitate it no more
add a dash of
my overt desires
for reciprocity
with lines
depicting my soon
falling fate
into a pit of darkness
following an elaborate
self-impaling
soliloquy
that coincidentally
hints a sequel
every single emotion
I have felt today
despite the fact
that I will
probably feel differently
tomorrow
and did
in earlier yester-years
insert overused
unappreciated
adjective here
oh and don't forget
that he cheated on me too
let me reiterate
my confusion
and hint at his
existence
in an obviously
inconspicuous
manner
then I'll dabble
in Love and on Love
until
my heart can
regurgitate it no more
add a dash of
my overt desires
for reciprocity
with lines
depicting my soon
falling fate
into a pit of darkness
following an elaborate
self-impaling
soliloquy
that coincidentally
hints a sequel
Saturday, January 3, 2009
obligations at most
obligations of satisfaction
are obligations still
even without the
extra weight
on that third finger
But they say it's
no task
though it's the
payment for
everything he gave and
everything he will
even when it's unnecessary
it is everything but
can't find
anything else to amount
or equal
his seeming altruism
that will leave you
satisfied
are obligations still
even without the
extra weight
on that third finger
But they say it's
no task
though it's the
payment for
everything he gave and
everything he will
even when it's unnecessary
it is everything but
can't find
anything else to amount
or equal
his seeming altruism
that will leave you
satisfied
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