This picture’s worth 1000 words |
I have just witnessed something grand.
A young girl, of about three years, is making a picture on the refridgerator. Each of these is made of magnets on which are printed words. But she ca...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 21:39:00 GMT |
Fairest of Them All |
Magic mirrorOn the wallWould you lie to me as well?Subjects, frowning over me,Admit to loathing royaltyWhen whispering in empty halls
But, mirror, you alone will sayThat I'm the fairest of them allTha...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 17:47:00 GMT |
Fluorescent Lights |
IlluminationBug zappers, stretched over milesWhich would surely bring peace,But we cannot reach them.So we paw at their reflections,Ghosts on the floor and walls,Scuff them with our feet,And dust mop ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 17:45:00 GMT |
Quadratic Equation |
It's quite a connundrumI'm trying to solve,This lengthy equationThat's equal to zero.Parabola, maybe,An answer to Y.But though we're quadratic,It's harder to copeWithout any answersOn both of our side...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 00:50:00 GMT |
Mari |
So&how is Mari?
Mari hasn't really just written for a while. Mari prefers to write poetry&that way she doesn't have to really get thoughts out in a logical manner. However&
Mari wanted t...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 00:23:00 GMT |
Puzzled |
I am puzzledSpread out in piecesSlowly assembledTo form a whole picture.Easily broken,And oftentimes scatteredSometimes combinedWith a different set.Always aroundIn the tiniest cornersSeparate prints,...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 21:58:00 GMT |
Change |
ChangeSpare changeMakes me heavyWeighs me down.Dirty, noisy,Useless moneyIn my pocketsOn the ground
Posted by on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 21:57:00 GMT |
Street Performer |
View with your eyes,My fine ladies and lords,The smile, the costume,The cleaver disguise!
Magician in name,But in life, a messiah,A miracle makerOf fortune and fame!
What do you desire?'Twas gold, was...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 21:54:00 GMT |
Bottomless Pit |
In the dark of the night,When the moon turns to hideBehind boiling, black cloudsThe ground opens wide
This bottomless pitIs shrouded in mistsAnd gnarled tree branchesLike withered old fists
No one goe...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 23:32:00 GMT |
Look Closely |
Blink...What do you see?Eyelashes,And closing dark,Hazy, unclear featuresFaces?Somebody's noseMaybe a tearThe ghosts of light fixturesHalos of invisible saintsOr firefliesAnd then only air
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 23:30:00 GMT |
