My Poetry

Some of my poems:

Words:
Words seem to be such a simple concept.
They travel from one universe to the next,
Forever expanding across infinite parallels,
Alien Worlds,
Foreign Soil,
Strange Air.
An intelligent alphabet of emotions dance across
Our arms as our mouths open and close, providing the music.
Our entwining legs provided the bridge.
And our tongues were the cables.
And my heart drove across to visit your's
While your's had already arrived at my soul-house.
We'll meet in the middle.
Then where from here?

Sissy:
So, I sleep hereIn a 3x3x2 box.
Did nothin’ to deserve it.
So why am I here?

Got slapped around a few times.
A five fingered tattoo
Across my right cheek.
All so I’d grow up straight.

"I won’t have no sissy!"
The words screamed across the room.
Never really understood what they meant.
After all, I was only three.
So you fought with me,
And you won.
Good job!
No more faggot son.



Why Drinking Soda Is Bad For You:
Drinking a Fanta,
The gas bubble in my heart
POPS
And I bleed on my stomach.

You told me I never really was
Stable.
There.
Lucid.

So maybe I’m a dream?

So I go home
And stare at myself in the mirror.
I’m
Thin.
Thinner.
Until I’m wasting away.

But I won’t go to the doctor.
He’ll tell me I have a
Starry crab.
Or was it a Tropic?

So I’ll just sit here
Unstable.
Absent.
Vacant.
Evanescent.

Drinking a Fanta.



(At Least in a Perfect World):
You! who spent the night in a 4ftX3ft
Hollow cage
Reach for the incandescent ball of gas
(Perhaps it is a star)
And turn it into a sweater for Casual Friday.

A sweet-smelling toffee
Placed precariously upon my pink tongue.
Yet, I find no satisfaction.

I! who must wallow in a pool of lies
(the ones I had purged from my soul)
Maybe the moon might be able to kiss me
If I could only
Reach

Take Heart! and know that I can be your
Stone statue of friendship
And yet.

nothing…..

really…..

lasts…..

so it…..

matters…..

(at least in a perfect world)



(This, Poems About Him, Poems About You, is a collection of shorts with similar themes.)

Poems About Him:
I.
"I missed you" is what he said
And I gave a little smile.
Neither a "same here" or an
"I didn’t"
Could we call this emotional ambivalence?

II.
That picture I took of you.
God, it was so good!
I loved it so much.
But now, I keep it for the sake of art.

III.
Rarely was I
Against the
Power you
Enveloped me in…
God, I was a fool.

Poems About You:
I.
I’ll be love with someone.
I’ve never touched his skin.
Never seen his face.
Never heard his voice.
Yet, I’ll love him just the same.

II.
If I thought…
‘I’m broken’
He’d say...
"Aren’t jewels broken pieces of stone?"

III.
If I said…
"I’m terrible"
He’d be appalled and tell his friends,
"The words actually came from his mouth."

IV.
If I was…
Waiting at a red light,
I’d look down to fiddle with
The keys of my cell phone.
4*5683*9681
Send.



(Japanese, then translation)

Aoi Ame:
Aozora de
Fukisoku na kaze ga
Ame wo fuku

Blue Rain:
In the blue-hued sky,
An irregular wind
Blows the rain away.

Kaze to Hotaru:
Kaze ga neru
Hotaru ga odoru
Natsu te kanji

Wind and Fireflies:
The wind is sleeping.
The fireflies are dancing.
A summer aura.

What do you think?