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  1. water/ode to me and l. macbeth

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)
    ***this still awaits revision and is not the finished version***

    i have been thirsty-
    i do not mean
    like one in the desert;
    that i could stand.

    i have craved water
    with it all around
    holding my cup out under
    rivers tumbling

    cascading heavily
    to drown
    but my cup
    remains empty i
    cannot be cleansed

    and the guilt remains
    tattooed on my skin
  2. Self Portrait II

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Ramblings from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia)
    Self Portrait II

    A dash of vibrant color, or some inner spark
    Flows to the canvas from my broken heart.
    Should I follow up my varicolored plastic dreams—
    Knowing some more drab, more realistic, might never be seen?
    What is the exact hue of the legacy
    That I will leave on this canvas—left behind me?
    Borrowed crimson emotions, aquamarine tears,
    A bit of deep jet shadow here and there—
    Golden glow of hope, cornflower blue ...
  3. (untitled)

    Mom, please, please,
    please stop breaking the dishes.
    They did not a thing.

    I flee from the kitchen
    to the safety of my bedroom
    and tightly shut the door.

    But I am no more spared
    in my room than the kitchen
    from roars of exploding China.

    I drown the noise
    letting my stereo be
    my sole refuge.

    I clutch my head in despair
    as another plate flies down
    only to be shattered. ...
  4. another untitled poem

    The view of the ground is obscured
    by splashes of drops of ocean.
    The pavement before me glistens.

    I dash through the falling ocean
    in the hopes of keeping myself
    as I always have been.

    And the ocean, she cleanses me;
    she rejuvenates my soul.
    I melt into dripping arms.

    I wait till I see not the ground
    as the splattering ocean falls;
    all of me rains with the ocean.
  5. they fit you perfectly

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Imported Poems)
    i would have loved to
    have brushed your
    hair and kissed your
    you were
    perfect, precious
    if i hadn't cried i
    wouldn't have seen
    i think you would
    have blinded me when
    you came to me
    i miss you my
    my little girl.
    you should have been born
    today it
    kills me to live
    without you
    i wish i could
    have seen you
    in the dressing room
    told you how beautiful ...