Sophomore Year 2002-03
The Prince Year
Dear Lady
A smile on your face
makes me think
your hand will hold mine
perhaps?
We�ll fall through our eyes
ever-after
if we let our-selves
don�t blink;
We might lose each-other
but a lapse
will bring us back
with laughter
dear Lady, you
were right all-along
US
LOOK at me
really LOOK
is it ME
that you see?
i doubt it
my life�s a farce i guess; i can-
not not lie in response, or wait.
whichever, it matters not
to me
wait
wait
I pounce at last, or is it ME
it�s been too long for me to see
the fine distinction, dif-fer-ence
(if there still remains one there)
i think that I�VE been kill�d by ME
Nam�ri�
elen sill� l�menna omentiemmo
s�las s�n or met
siluvas ter y�ni �n�tim�
caly�a cuilet
an ilya hr�v� firuva
n�n n�r� elenemmo �va
a star shone on the hour of our meeting
it shines over us now
it will shine through years uncountable
illuminating two lives
for all flesh expires
but the flame of our star never will
topsy-turvy
if i were turn�d
upside-the-down
inside-the-out
it truly might be
better for me
than if You learn�d
from just my frown
what i'm about
and how i see
(I wrote this one at summer school)
Thick Air
As the ring of moisture that my
glass has left upon the table
quietly but surely wafts,
s l o w l y but surely wafts,
off into the room�s thin air, I
cannot help but wonder what it
does when it gets there, or if it
dies when it gets where it�s able.