November 24, 2010

My Darkness

I clenched my hands tightly
To keep myself from screaming
My finger nails imprinted in my skin
Like the smile upon your face
The harder I press,
The deeper, wider the smile
So I dig even deeper
To find the source of your evil,
Until I see blood, dripping
All over your mouth,
And I smile satisfied.

Hmm, I didn't intend for this to turn out so dark...

November 22, 2010

Ekphrasis

The sky had been clawed open
Like a ripped canvas, beneath it, the blue
The birds scattered from the trees
Like confetti being blown by the wind
The dark branches in the fading sun
Like ink seeping into the night
There is no end and no beginning
Like a scroll that runs for ten thousand miles
That I write on.

November 10, 2010

The Ribbon Dancer

When I write, I always find myself
Closing my eyes and seeing a speck of light.
And when I open my eyes, I see before them,
A vision of a ribbon dancer, a figure of
Secretive strength and awe delight.
I touch the tip of my pen to paper,
As she taps her toes on the floor,
The ink flows out as I press to make a mark,
Her ribbon flies to wherever she commands.
Every graceful movement she makes
Like a cursive letter weaved from my pen,
Floating, darting, here and there,
Like some curious nose tasting the air.
And as the rhythms grow untamed and fast,
The crack of her ribbon explodes into colours,
An extension of herself into the outside,
As my writing grows longer and longer
Like vines, leaves and flowers blooming
From the stem until a period is placed at the end.
Her motions are fluid, and all her gestures
And twirling, complicated and tangle-like
But it always ends up coming out clean.
As the performance is nearing its conclusion,
She falls to her knees, still waving the ribbon,
Not in surrender, for she then let her back fall,
Arms open, eyes open, heart open, mind open
As if offering something to the Muses in return
And my pen comes to a stop.

November 9, 2010

Love, Unexpressed

Was there ever a more difficult topic than love?
My words are a vessel, bringing it to you
There's always a fear of torrid storms
That might cause them to sink and
Never to be found again.
In years transformed into some relic
Undecipherable, unoriginal,
Simply antiqued and water worn,
A scar on the sea floor,
A part of my memory.

I am stuck on my essay.
So I wrote this instead.

November 6, 2010

The Difference

It's strange how we are all composed
Of the same ingredients, of flesh,
Of blood, of bones, in varying amounts.
But we are such different creatures,
The same tree but different branches,
Growing here and there, reaching.
But you took the crooked path.
So by subtracting all the limbs,
And hair, and nails, and skeleton,
You can see, my dear sister,
What makes you and I different,
Is that whilst I give life,
You bring about darkness,
The unnecessary kind.
And that while I have a heart,
You don't. And that makes you sad,
The almost-pitying kind.
So while we are all human,
I am nothing like you (made me to be),
And never will be.
So go ahead and wrap me in your darkness,
Because I'm unafraid,
And in it, my light will shine brighter.

You can make me feel low, you can degrade me.
But none of that matters, because I know that I will always be a better person than you.

November 4, 2010

Drought

This is a purposeless poem
Nothing more to say than
What has already been said
The same idea of love
The same hurt of hate
The same empty words.