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The Collected Poetry

In the land of Unknown (2007)
In the land of Unknown,
Life is short and death is unknown.
There is love and hate,
Like and dislike.
In this land,
Friendships are vital.
Love can be anything
Questions
Why are diamonds so rare and precious,
is it a trick of the sunlight?
Which one is the angel
that has the curse to turn into a nocturnal wolf?
How do stars sing
if they can’t speak?
Tell me now, can you sit on a cloud
or will you fall off like an injured bird?
Where is the star
which only you can see at daytime?
Are warlords ever peaceful
or will they fight until Aries dies?
Why are we alive
or does it really matter?
Can you tell what I am thinking
or is it a machine?
Why do you ask all those questions
when you already know the answers?
You are the diamond, the angel, the injured
bird, the star, the war god, the machine, and you.
Check out the video from the Watershed Poetry festival with Grace Grafton and Robert Hass . . .
Questions (version 2)
AN: I believe this was written in the 4th grade. I did do some minor grammatical edits though.
Why are diamonds so rare and precious,
Is it a trick of the sunlight?
Which one is the angel
That has the curse to turn into a nocturnal wolf?
How do stars sing
If they can’t speak?
Tell me now, can you sit on a cloud
Or will you fall off like an injured bird?
Where is the star
Which you can only see at daytime?
Are warlords ever peaceful
Or will they fight until Aries dies?
Why are we alive
Or does it really matter?
Can you tell what I am thinking
Or is it a machine?
Why do you ask all those questions
When you already know the answers?
You are the diamond, the angel, the injured
Bird, the star, the war god, the machine, and you.
Haiku (2010)
Like a thunderstorm
Anger overwhelms us all
Freeing our control
Open Poem - Fairies
When midnight comes,
And not a soul is awake
The fairies come,
To bless the land.
They dance
And sing
All night long
But when Morning
Comes once again
They have disappeared once more!
Diamond Poems (2010)
Wealth
Luxury, pleasre
Gambling, spending, relaxing
Money, power, troubles, complications
Struggling, working, saving
Discomfort, pain
Poverty
Sadness
Tragedy, anger
Crying, wailing, screaming
Emotion, understanding, fortune, possessions
Smiling, caring, loving
Laughter, joy
Happiness
Funny Poems (2010)
1. At a farm, I saw turnips grow towards the sky
and wheat growing towards the Earth's core.
2. One day, I heard the mute man speak.
Then I saw the deaf man yell, "I HEARD YOU!!"
3. I felt kind of sweaty, so I went to the Sun!
It was cold there; I went to Neptune and felt warmer already!
Acrostic Poem (2010)
Zippy, I have to think and move faster.
Oh, it's because of my dream of happiness.
Riches don't matter as much as my hopes.
As a human, I wish I was better.
Rubbing my flaws like an itchy rash, it's a habit.
Ok, it's a really bad habit.
Somethimes, I feel really bored and that's not me.
Exciting is more of my kind of thing.
Nope, I can be quite a bore.
But I like to draw and tell plenty of jikes.
Everything is good, but it could be better.
Riches and fame are always below my well being.
Good luck to you and good luck to myself!
Limerick (2010)
I once met a girl from space.
Every day she would go insane.
But whenever she did she became generous.
So the people of Earth had a golden age.
Because of that strange girl from space!
Two Simile and Metaphor Short Poems (2010)
METAPHOR
FIRE
is all of our emottion.
Warming up our hearts.
TIME
is a child
always waiting,
always willing
to put up with life.
SIMILE
My friend
is like a cat
Who watches every passerby
Showing her friendly side
Homework
Is like a baked cookie.
The harder you work on it
The better your grade is
and the better the cookie tastes.
10-Line Metaphor Poem - EMOTIONS (2010)
Emotions
are cheetahs
Dashing,
dashing through the prairie of life
As we walk through that field,
The cheetahs go past us
Our moods begin to change
as we run through that prairie of life
Oh emotions how you make us,
so much less loonely on our joourney through life.
Couplet Poems (2010)
1. Even though they are not nutritious
Cookies can be very delicious.
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2. Picking berries can be quite weary
Maybe I should eat a freshly picked strawberry.
Quatrain Poem - Red Rose (2010)
Red petals stick together
To create a flower called a rose
They seem like they will be there forever
But maybe they will wilt tomorrow, who knows?
What Bugs Me Poem (2010)
When I have to go through the end of school hungry
When I have to wait because I have to pick up my brother
When I eat a lot and don't want any dinner
When my parents tell me to do my homework
When my brother won't let me use the computer
When I tell my parents, and they take his side
When I have to go to bed and my brother's still on the computer
When I can't sleep because it's so noisy
When I wake up and get dragged to school
When I have to read this poem to you.
Oh, Beauty, Oh, Beauty, Why, Why, Why?
Why do you never be seen? Why?
Why? Why? You have a rainbow face.
You got your face from rainbows, the
places, and things. You give your beauty or
handsomeness to children. You play
the harp and the mandolin. You listen
to pretty bird chirps. You eat cantaloupe,
watermelon, and drink fresh water.
You wear a colorful coat but nobody knows
what’s behind the coat, and you wear blinding shoes.
You came from Imagine country.
The Land of Love and Death
When late at night
I’ll go to Harpatha
By riding a ghost bird.
I’ll go to Harpatha
And see the trees and hills.
I’ll go to Harpatha
And see the ghosts cry and smile.
I’ll go to Harpatha
To see beautiful women play a musical thing.
I’ll go to Harpatha
A woman dies, her lover goes with her.
I said I would go for such a
Long time…
Now I am there.
I see the artwork and
See the love and death.
They call it two names.
Harpatha
And the Land of Love and Death.
Anna-Marie
It’s a Thursday today.
Didn’t you notice?
Or were you too busy preparing yourself
For the horrors your boyfriend’s going to show you?
It’s my birthday today.
Don’t you care?
Or were you too busy getting over
The weed you just smoked?
I’ve been looking at you.
Didn’t you observe?
Or were you too busy screaming about
The fact you wanted to do what you wanted?
I’m sorry.
Is that good enough for you?
If not, I don’t know what is.
Can’t you tell?
It’s all faded away.
Just like what we used to have.
I’m crying right in front you.
Don’t you realize it?
Or are you too busy pitying over what has been done?
I’m sorry Anna-Marie!
Will that ever be enough?
I wasn’t’ able to protect you like we promised.
But aren’t you becoming just like them?
I hate that I can’t be close to you.
I hate that I took you for granted.
So I’m sorry!
Just tell me, is that good enough for you?
Am Igood enough for you?
Or do you need the weed, the controlling boyfriend?
Can youget over the past?
Or do you need to forget that I even existed?
You walk away with your “new friends”.
Without acknowledging my silent pleas.
Weren’t we all happy back then?
Your smile use to be so bright back then…
Why aren’t we able to help you?
Is it because you hate us?
Why aren’t I able to support you?
Is it because of your fear?
The falseness in your aura.
I know right away that you’re faking.
But you lie away, not knowing, or caring that I’m there.
Are you trying to prove something?
I wonder what it is?
Can’t I just talk to you?
You glare at me.
“Let me talk to the sk—k. Wait for me, will ya?”
You literally spit the words.
Dragging me over to a corner, what to do?
“I’m so sorry! Anna-Marie, will you forgive me?”
You pull me close with a forceful hint.
And whisper in my ear:
“I was waiting for those words you know!”
Fear
Feet.
(They cause the hardwood floors to creak.)
Yet somehow, it wakes up no one,
(Or do they? The owner of the feet does not know.)
A heavy breath, comes from tired lips.
(Trudging to the usual spot at 12:25 in the morning.)
Wishing this didn’t exist. That happiness felt reachable.
(But is that wish just a mask to hide this fear?)
Noises coming from the old heater.
(The person shudders, a familiar feeling overwhelms both mind and soul.)
“C’mon, breathe, breathe. Calm down.” Heavy scared breaths, heart beats going at a fast pace.
(The fear of something that has and could happen. Yet no on understands that fear always exists.)
“Nothing’s gonna happen. Nothing’s gonna happen.”
(Denial is on use at this point. It’ll only get worse.)
Looking at a reflection with worn eyes.
(The reflection does not feel like their own.)
A painful, fear-stricken look on both faces.
(“Is that…me?”)
Taking motrin for a made up stomachache.
(It won’t make anyone feel better.)
Standing right in the doorway.
(Trying to fight a useless struggle.)
Thinking of all that could be.
(Murder, kidnapping, rape.)
And it takes over.
(And it takes over.)
As the door is open and the sin is committed.
(In a cycle that is almost impossible to stop.)
How to write a Love Poem
Okay, okay!
Hey, hey!
You!
Yeah you!
Want me to teach you something?
It’ll be real interesting!
Come on! Come on!
This day’s gonna be fun!
What am I gonna teach you?
Of course you want to know!
Because I’m gonna teach you!
How to write a love poem!
When? Right now of course!
“Roses are red
Violets are blue
And oh God no!
Not you too!”
Why are you looking at me like that?
I’m just telling you what not to do!
Even though the way I made it seem,
Was actually pretty cool!
So the first step of this plan,
Is to have that special someone in your head.
Oh dear god! I didn’t mean in bed!
And write out all your feelings, see?
And the one who’ll read it over is the one and only me!
Next you go ahead, and do what I say!
Don’t worry about it, and don’t you dare say “Hey!”
Next happy old step,
Is to give your mind some pep!
All you have to do
Is lift your confidence up! Oh, don’t go and boo!
Next, let’s do the editing.
Hurry it up! I have no time for complaining!
After that you meet up!
Be brave and step up to the beat!
Then after that
You go straight for the bat,
“Sometimes I wonder why I ever took that advice from that homeless nun.”
“I don’t know, but wecertainly hit a home run.”
Love
AN: Written in the second grade.
Love is a goddess.
She lives everywhere I go.
Love wears an angel dress.
She likes red, pink, and white.
Love says, “Would you like anything to eat or drink? Hurry a dolphin!”
Love hates hate.
Love loves to play the sitar.
Love is friends with anything joyful.
Love is a good spirit.
Wherever you go, Love is always there for you.
Winter
AN: A recent one here (November). This is for a contest, I wanted to put it here as well. It is slightly edited for the portfolio.
Winter snow falling
She can see it through the window
Remembering things from long ago
As she sees the white flakes
She’s taller now—but still short
She’s more mature now—but still looks like a child
She has changed very little—but those changes were for the better
There’s one big thing that changed in her life
The person next to her—his smile bright
He’s holding her hand—her cold to his warm
She leans on his shoulder
He pretends to look at the scene in the window
But instead looks at the person beside him
He remembers the days when dreams were still dreams
Unsure if he misses, them, he turns to her
He decides he likes the present more
He’s taller now—taller than her father
He’s more mature now—gotten past his doubt
There’s one big thing that changed in his life
The person next to him—her smile bright
She’s holding his hand—his cold to her warm
He kisses her on the cheek
“I love you.”
“I know you do.”
Questions- Revisited
AN: The revisited part was written this year (8th), so it’ll be different from four years ago.
Why are diamonds so rare and precious,
is it a trick of the sunlight?
After all, it’s just a rock. But everyone wants it.
Why oh why?
Which one is the angel
that has the curse to turn into a nocturnal wolf?
Is it just a legend we speak of with honeyed words,
Or perhaps the curse truly is a blessing in disguise?
How do stars sing
if they can’t speak?
Who can even know anymore, when stars are so far away?
The hope’s all gone anyway.
Tell me now, can you sit on a cloud
or will you fall off like an injured bird?
Well, both mind and pride are injured, and dreams are shattered.
So let me tell you that it doesn’t matter.
Where is the star
which you can only see at daytime?
Isn’t that the sun? It’s oh-so-obvious!
But if not, then you are a true fool, as was I.
Are warlords ever peaceful
or will they fight until Aries dies?
Still believing in Greek Mythology?
And what is this, a trick question? Because I don’t care!
Why are we alive
or does it really matter?
Why should it?
We’re just gonna die anyway….
Can you tell what I am thinking
or is it a machine?
Of course it’s the machine!
Reality is that people can’t read minds!
Why do you ask all those questions
when you already know the answers?
Because you feign knowledge for attention and praise,
just like everyone else.
You are the diamond, the angel, the injured
bird, the star, the war god, the machine, and you.
How come you can be so many things,
When I am the one and only me?
So Heavenly You
Stop looking at me with those eyes of yours!
All that sadness is going to make me cry!
Don’t give me that silent ‘I’m sorry!’!
I want to know if your acting skills have improved!
“Hey Ann-M! Wanna go up high tonight?”
He thinks his voice is sooo alluring!
What a jack-ss, doesn’t he know who I am?!
“Hey cutie, wanna ride with us tonight?”
F—k, probably didn’t know wrong from right either.
Sometimes I think I’m too smart for the world.
But maybe that’s just between you and me.
Oh shut up!
If you’re gonna say something, just say it!
Don’t give me that ‘Anna-Marie’ look!
I’m no child! You should know!
I smile and say “Yes”, knowing that buzz is gonna knock me off my socks again.
S—t! Am I getting high before I smoked!
Maybe it’s cause you’re around.
Cause all I wanted was for you and me to be brave.
But now you want us both to back down, why?!
“I knocked him down Anna-Marie! You call the cops, I’ll wait here!”
“Huh? No…don’t worry, I can keep watch! You’ve always been the faster runner!”
“But-”
“Just go!”
Why blame yourself when I was the ignorant fool?
Don’t pity me when you’ve been trying to do it all!
Just let it go, and maybe I’ll forgive you!
A harshness I had already given up.
“Let me talk to the sk—k. Wait for me, will ya?”
You widen at the person I have become, or have always been.
For me, as a thing of this wide earth, I want to do something.
And then I decided, that I would rather be brave than cowardly.
I pulled you over, trying to control something I’ve been trying to hide.
“I’m so sorry! Anna-Marie, will you forgive me?”
It took me so much not to laugh, to just give all that I’ve been working on.
Pulling you close, hoping I can perhaps be brave.
“I was waiting for those words you know!”
Walking away, I breathed out.
“Sorry, but I’m gonna skip out this time.”
Whether you figure it out now.
Or perhaps never.
To have you realize the truth behind those words.
For so heavenly you to be with so cowardly me.
It can probably only be a wistful dream.
The Flight
La la la la la~
Aren’t you satisfied?
I’ve been you canary
All this time
Won’t you let me free?
I want to see the world
Regardless of
My frail body
I was a happy poor girl
Why did you take that away from me?
You, with your cold smile
You haunt me in my sleep
Now, I can’t sing
Your presence cracked my voice
Now, I can’t eat
Your hands squeezed my insides
I see you now
A lighter in your hand
“Let me show you the hell of my heart.”
I don’t even scream
As I am embraced by the flames
I see you absorbing them
And I am glad
Because I’d rather die without you
You May Be Ahead of Me
You may be ahead of me
In all those "grown up" things
But here's the truth
Nice and simple
I'm way ahead of you
Both mentally
And maybe
You'll stop being petty
With the over sensitivity
And the secrets
And the lies
Cause all I
Really did
Want was
For that
Unreachable
Happiness to finally
Reveal itself so perhaps
I can find my own very much
Perfect world
Daddy's Girl
I'm actually pretty curious
Of how old you're going to be
Why?
Because I want to see you grow older
Leaning on you, reading with you.
Those are things I do with you
Because I know one little thing
Is that I know I'll always be
A Daddy's little girl.
The Strange Reality Of A Holiday
The strange reality of a holiday
Did you say it to me while we were shopping for Mom's present?
Yet we're buying something, you, me, and Xavey.
I wonder why
I could think of a gift for her, but for you?
I have no idea
So here I am again
Computer by my side
So I can give you a gift
That's never leave your side
Perhaps it's not that great
But I hope it's at least okay
So a happy merry Christmas!
And appreciate being where you are!
Remember that you are cherished,
So even when you're feeling low,
You can get back up again!
~Merry Christmas Dad~
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