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  • POEM: All Alone by Jayce McCormick (2/24/2010 3:41:00 PM)

    Hi this is sad. Just want to show you're not alone



    The day it was over

    Dear Chelsey as I board the bus home,
    the same one I took to see you two days ago
    now fills with nothing but empty space.
    The excitement which came to meet me,
    impatiently leading the way to you had
    disappeared with the clouds.
    Today, a voice whispers
    “you were living in clouds, you’re always living
    in clouds”

    The small New Hampshire town
    Where you go to school will rise and dwell
    in the blue of some mountain,
    and its remnants will hover over me
    from time to time;
    perhaps in your name,
    or on a walk when shadow of
    mountains is cast over me.


    We were close; caressing you arms
    your hair, your white thighs and kissed your face.
    Then I kissed your mouth not knowing that
    slowly, words begin to form themselves
    like soldiers after many sleepless nights.
    Words that speak for “truth and honesty” you confessed.


    I too, look at love in the novelty of dreams,
    And often find passion, fresh and fleeting,
    though we perceive best in thin air.
    The memories of your voice, conversations,
    dinner and movie, the passion
    that came before and left yesterday;
    months and days dwindled to one moment,
    when my head fell on your shoulder,
    dividing past and the present.
    “Don’t let me go”, then I knew it was over.

    The memories of that small New Hampshire town
    where you are will rise and find refuge
    in the haze of that blue mountain,
    and they will reverberate time and again,
    perhaps on a walk when shadow of
    mountains is cast over me.
    Everything dwindled to that one moment,
    the perpetual ending that is my story.

  • POEM: Regret by Julie Neises (6/15/2008 11:06:00 PM)

    Hey I really like this poem. It reminded me of another poem.

    Resume

    Razors pain you;
    Rivers are damp;
    Acids stain you;
    And drugs cause cramp.
    Guns aren't lawful;
    Nooses give;
    Gas smells awful;
    You might as well live.

    - Dorothy Parker

  • POEM: Blue Eyes by April Dan Chi Ho (6/13/2008 10:11:00 PM)

    I do miss Vietnam.

    The sound of temple bells echoing between two silent,
    gray mountains like the silver raindrops upon a breezeless pond;
    in its stillness I seek my own reflection.
    Beneath the silent mountains, birds are calling to each other and
    in their songs over the passing wavelets,
    I hear the never-ending prayers of men and women rising
    Over the old temple; and
    in their prayers I hear my voice.


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