A Poet's Notebook: Pendulum

PENDULUM

Left, right, left, right
Swing, swing
Stop not.

Tick-tock, tick-tock
To and fro
Do stop.

Hush, hush
Swing, swing.
To and fro.
Back and forth.
Here and there.
Left and Right.
Center.

STOP.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this in 2007. Doesn't make much sense now, but it did when I wrote it. :D 

A Poet's Notebook: Cinderella

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Cinderella

She dances with him

in her ephemeral beauty

seems like forever

but midnight strikes

and it's over.

Author's Note: Written in 2006, and published in the Crossroads literary issue.

A Poet's Notebook: Untitled

Buzzes and murmurs

amidsts lessons

in quartiles and deciles--

fractiles or quantiles.

Memories floating;

Imaginations trying

To swallow reality

And realizations.

Broken poetry escapes

The writer's lips.

A wounded heart

Healed by the writer's sword.

The poet has lived

In a surreal world,

In make-believe places,

In a phantasmagoric city.

He despises love

Although he believes

That love is surreal;

Love is make-believe.

He lives in irony.

His life is a paradox.

He escapes reality,

Yet shuns away fantasy.

Author's Note: 2008. I remember writing this poem in the middle of my Statistics class back in college.

A Poet's Notebook: When All Else Fail

When All Else Fail

When the column breaks

And the metal be devoured by rust,

When the termites finish off

the last piece of furniture

And the glass all shattered into fragments,

You remain with that tiny flicker.

Author's Note: Written in 2006 for my mom, and inspired by a tragedy in the family. It was published in the Crossroads, our literary publication in high school, of which I was a news writer.

A Poet's Notebook: Jealousy

Jealousy

It pierces through.

Like a toxic needle
It annihilates me.

Anguish consumes
The organ of fire
Left in silent torture.

Grief confined in ventricles
Thriving to be pumped out
Only to fathom
the impossibility.

It pricks and it stings.
It kills before it heals.



Author's Note: I wrote this in 2006 when I was in love and jealousy almost took the best out of me.

A Poet's Notebook: Winter Solstice

Winter Solstice

Cold nights never seem to end

They don't die.

They don't leave.

They shall linger.

Cold winds seep through my skin

As Darkness fills all parts of the room

'Til it no longer finds space

and takes refuge in my heart.

The absence of light

Is the absence of hope.

The absence of hope

Shall numb my senses.

I shall not see.

I shall not feel.

I shall not taste nor smell.

And I shall not hear.

'Til someday, somewhere

I shall experience death in silence.

It shall be a fine evening to you.

Not to me.

No, not for me.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this last May 29, 2007 at 8:05 PM. That's what it said in my Multiply blog. This poem was written at the height of my hopeless battle with unrequited love. It won me a poetry slam contest, though. 

A Poet's Notebook: Magnificent Wings

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Magnificent wings--

We take flight among the stars

And reach for our dreams.

Author's Note: There was a time when I really loved composing haiku. This is one of my favorites.