Tag: Poetry

Mute

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May 17, 2006

If only my voice
Were as bold as my words
If only my words
Were as bold as my ink
If only I could go through life
With a pen in my hand
Maybe then
I wouldn’t be
So far behind
Maybe then you would understand

I’m not as brash
As my words on paper
I’m not as timid
As my unuttered syllables

It is here
On the blank
Of the page
That I can play my role
Here I can express
Everything at once
On center stage

Yet on my oneway telephone
I am always alone
I can make my declaration
To faces unknown
Feel a sense of pride
But nobody knows

Maybe I’ll solve world hunger
In a single proverb
Profess true love
In a sonnet
But it does not really matter
If no one else saw it

My words may be
Immortalized
For only my own eyes to see
Years later
Be the humiliation
Of noone else
But me

Bittersweet and yet
These are my words
Born of my heart’s womb
My private language
For the linguistically mute.

Sweet Dreamer

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Written 2003

Sweet dreamer
The tears you have cried
Are prayers
Each one
Don’t hold them inside

Hope for the future
Let go of the past
Your day will soon come
This pain will not last

Hold tight to your dreams
And though you may cry
Live for today
Tomorrow you’ll fly

 

The Girl I Once Was

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July 13, 2017

I saw her today,
The girl I once was

She did not recognize me
How could she?
She looked forlorn
And her poetic verse
of melancholy
She,
at odds
with her mind
Society
And body

I listened
To her song,
And smiled

I told her
It would get better
But there would also be pain
“You will find happiness
In sources
Your young soul
Can not yet fathom”

I told her
Not to overlook good
Where it is
And to savor
The pain,
From it “you will grow
And nurture empathy,

“From this all
You will become
Me”

Status Update

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July 11, 2017

Irritated
by childish tweets
courtesy of the commander in chief

Frustrated
by the “news”
When monopoly controls the sources
And what journalists can say

Sick
as women and children
become negligible casualties
of the patriarchy

Tired
as black, brown, red
And lgbtq lives
Still struggle
to prove
they matter

Helpless
as lives become subject
to the terror on target

Suspicious
as IT produces
what anonymous faces
Think we should see

Eager
to spark light
And climb out of the dark
Of this Orwellian American dream