My Poems
Cry

a face, I dare not look
disfigured with despair
too shocking and image

like a mighty rock stabbed
bleeding from a wound
that no one sees

warm, salty water
like a stream
running down my face

expelling poison
for all the times I didn't
or couldn't or wouldn't

burying a sobbing face
in the cold comfort of my hand
but it's little solace

New York City

Sounds vibrate through the busy background
a buzzing, a humming that does not feel
Boom! CRASH! sound effects that always peal
but no one hears that eternal sound

Bees buzz in unison
failing to notice their complement
too busy to care or show sentiment
until a collision

Too many lives and so many sounds
an invisible army, marching as one
but down different paths, none
into different grounds.

Running

You're not good enough, they say
"Walk home now, you loser.
You're just a poser in $100 running shoes."

All the cars chuckle,
and all the houses taunt.
But my feet do not listen.

Because fear is just a whisper
compared to the mighty crash of
my sole pounding the pavement.

Rain Storm

An insignificant drop
not much when falling all alone
but all its fellows won't stop
revitalizing land, dry as a bone

Systematically, but spontaneously drenching
land within one's eye's view
fulfilling thirst that is quenching
no one knows if madness will ensue

One by one, the tears of the sky
fail to fall down to earth
clouds, not needing to cry
no one knows when will the next rebirth
A Solemn Haiku

a chorus of moans
and cries faded in the past
good-byes belated

Haikus of Early Spring

The first blossom of spring

Tiny buds emerge
Forgetting winter's long frost
Dots against the sky


Wind

Its might feared by all
Forcing tree branches to dance
A cruel master of spring

Squirrels

Little spring creatures
Acrobats climbing through trees
Leaving winter rest

Bare skin

Bare against the sun
Absorbing heat as it comes
A sure sign of spring

The Line

Where is the line between illusion
and what is real?
Where is the guard rail before
the cliff of madness?
Where is the safety line on life?

The breaking point
or the line of reasoning?

Senioritis

Useless like a rag-doll
but not as pretty
mind turning to mush
future to the damned

Infernal injustice
hellish endeavors
the mind dips low
but plunges fast.
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