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Friday, September 21, 2012

Puzzlement


This is a poem I wrote for a Spanish class I took. 

Un Rompecabezas

Los tonos y los pedazos
parecen corretear lejos.
Mi agarre de ellos es débil a lo mejor.
Aunque las líneas y las formas parecen
encajar y formar una pista,
no puedo determinar la imagen
que ellos crean o la causa
de este revoltijo de locura.
Los colores parecen combinarse
en una expansión de gris.
No pienso hallar
el orden en su caos.

Puzzlement

These scattered shades and bits
Seem to skitter or shift away.
My grasp on them is weak at best.
Though some lines and shapes seem
to fit together forming a clue,
I cannot pinpoint the image
it creates or the cause
of this jumbled madness.
Any color seems to blend
into a vast expanse of gray.
I don’t think I’ll find
any order within its chaos.

Dolls


Dolls

I am going to be trapped
within this dusky space

Airbrushed faces will
encircle me
Beady Eyes will
blankly gaze
through shiny blonde ringlets
worn as stolen souvenirs
from children’s heads
Oh those Eyes
will ensnare mine
in an eternal staring contest
which I
will never win
Instead I will stand frozen
My body
dipped in porcelain
My eyes
dipped in molten glass
I will become
naked of human blemishes
I will become
one of them
Unable to blink
Unable to rest

within a perpetual void
I am going to be trapped

Eyes


Eyes

A heavy contemplation of
the advance into the future.
She stares into the void of its trepidation.
Bluish clouds prickle her neck hair.
It chillingly reminds her.
Will her life become a story of history repeating?
Tremors electrify her skin.
She closes in on herself.
Clouds flood in flashing bombs
beneath her twitching eyelids.

Abusive


Abusive

Mistake me for a happy mans embrace.
Corrupt the image running into torture.
A saw sharpens against a hope and grace.
My mind dissolves with eyes of that creature.
Forget the daydreams and restrain my time.
Detach the safety and deprive my shell.
Withdraw my essence when I am sublime.
Disturb my slumber, shivers that befell
upon a wounded layer in repair.
Until my dainty crippled fingers twist
around, neglect retrieves me in a snare.
Until I found affection go, I will persist,
Become undone, whenever you refused.
Become diseased within remains abused. 

A Watery Demise



A Watery Demise

Time stands, still waiting for a glint
of something beneath the surface
Circling into endless nowhere,
I keep my fins flailing in vain

Something’s beneath the surface
trying to ensnare me
My fins flail in vain.
Bubbles escape, gaping, gasping

Trying to ensnare me.
Shock races with every grab
Bubbles, escape gaping and gasping
blindly hearing fluid filling

Shocked, racing with every grab
of my waving blue ankles
Blindly hearing, fluid fills
my burdened lungs collapse

No longer waving blue ankles
and nothing’s beneath the surface
My burdened lungs collapsed
Time stands, still waiting for a glint

A Bit of Red



A Bit of Red

What is that on your cheek?
It is bright against your soot covered skin.
Perhaps you smudged it there with your hand?
Maybe it is a trick of the light.
No this slippery liquid is too dark.
Could it be?
From what whining corpse has this come?
It is a barely detectable echo of chaos.
Madame, Can you hear me?
Are your thoughts too loud?

Wall Woman


Wall Woman

Face thin and young.
She has more wisdom than her age.
Hands and fingers are long and delicate.
Eyes losing their glow like stars at daybreak.

The wall is also damaged.
Having circles colored black and brown.
Like the black hat on her hair.
The wall is a sea of blue sorrow.
The flowers are drowning in it.

Face is strong and proud.
Head held high.
Eyes darkened with pain.
Dressed in dark fluffy feathers.
Elegant but burdened.
Damaged but healing.
What emotions are being concealed?
Why are you putting up a wall?

Ghost Gown


Ghost Gown

My heart is broken
I try in vain
to heal this pain
Suddenly I’m in a wedding gown; lovely but plain
and this song plays a refrain
until I realize I’ve gone insane
Pain Pain
What a refrain
leaves my gown with a red stain

Full Moon


Full Moon

moonlight glows on your skin
longing to feel the power from within
a sweet dark warm
where pain swirls a storm
ridden story of ages past
with our shadows being cast
as time suddenly slows
energy constantly flows
from moonlight which softly glows

Doubt


Doubt

I’ve got a dream
that’s undefined.

I doubt I’ll ever find
peace of mind.

So I sit here
in the dark
without a target
without a mark.

I’ve got to feel
something more.

I’ve got to know what
living’s for.

Jump out the window
or walk out the door.

Sit in the corner
or go explore.

Either way
rain still pours.