Poem I wrote on the plane lol.

Runaway     In a city in Beijing, The sun had settled for the day, It’s golden warmth gone, Leaving a dark cloudy sky to blanket the ground.   Three boys wandered around the city where tall buildings loomed over them. They meandered around the block, Without any purpose, Just walking.   They had went … Read more

End of year poem round 4

Someone said my poems are dark, I think that may be true.   Their all about the past, none about the future.   See even this poem, it’s about past remarks.     Maybe that’s why their so dark.   Because I hold onto the past too much, A slimy fish that you can never … Read more

End of year poem round 3

one-hundred or so sat in the theatre, all wearing a dark blue cloak, they listened to the speaker, droning on……and on…..   rain ensued outside, dark, dour, dreary clouds covered the sky. rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat each drop, a bad omen.   i was one of them, one of the one-hundred. listening was a marathon, the … Read more

End of year poem round 2

It’s been a year, Since last June.   Soon, August will come, And sadly, never the same, As last year.   My friend’s seat is empty, But we’ve just barely met, I miss his temper, His sudden outrages.   Like geese migrating, They take flight one after another. And with a fluttering of wings, Dissapear … Read more

At universal studio, I went to this roller coaster. The line sure was long, A fulll 1 hour long.   But there was a fast pass, Reducing it to zero. But it cost two-hundred.   So I bought it. Gee I didn’t know my time was worth two-hundred for just 1 hour.  

Love of the devil (A poem)

A cloth figure dangled from above, Dark slender hands carressed the doll, The devil had its puppet in hand.   It flicked up one finger, And the puppet jerked upwards violently.     Thin pale lips slowly curled upwards, And a slight bony curve formed. The devil smiled innocently.     (like don’t make fun … Read more

I dunno (A poem)

To like is consuming, If not so, then what am I doing?   Past chats, I have memory- Fragments of conversations, And unmet desires. How they do tire.   I threw myself at  ****, to get no reply. I try again, this time, seeking attention to get no reply. I try again, this time, provoking … Read more

Sunset (A poem)

Sunset.   How humanity does change— Sunrise to sunset. What beauty sunrise is…. Where people wake from slumber, Where hope is reborn. What pity sunset is, People find themselves again— Each in his separate prison. Prisons of insecurity Prisons of greed, Prisons of jealousy. How humanity does change.  

English Exams (A poem)

School just finished, Finished with the last exam.   It was english I think. English was the last exam.   And with it, School but not just that, but also middle school.   I thought of 7th grade, the finals, Then 6th grade, the finals, Then 5th grade, the finals.   I try to think … Read more