It has happened
I dream in poem
Faking comas
Snorting laughter
Now it has happened
I speak only in poetry
10. Ode to steam
Ode to steam
I pull the shot.
Like a bullet to the brain, but soft
Is lightening ever soft?
In Việt Nam you listen to incense
A pentatonic scale
Can fragrant steam sing ?
The surface of the cup
shimmers with fragrance
The rich warmth of velvet
Can you drink velvet?
Condensed milk childhood
In Việt Nam they ice it
Can you freeze childhood?
Memories curl like steam
A boulevard a café banyan trees
Can memory carry me home?
Wallflower social club
So I met this chick the other night…..Smoooookin hot!!!
Well, I guess meeting her is an exaggeration,
really I just stood in one spot.
Music was electric,
I starting bobbing my head.
Actually, I thought about doing that,
I decided to get a glass of punch instead.
Oh my god, the chick was staring at me now!
She waved and mouthed the word ” Hi”
Unfortunately I forgot my glasses,
The chick was really pointing down, telling me to button my fly!!
Kisses
I want to be able to wrap my arms around you and cover you in kisses but in the back of my mind I wonder do you deserve them? Your demeanor tells me you don’t your hiding something deep within that would cause me to keep my affections to my self. Are you longing for the kisses that make you reach your peak since I cannot trust you my kisses I will keep.
Every leaf know my state
Every leaf and every shrub
Knows my state
It is me who is lost
Unaware and unknown
Surrounded in this
City of love
Yet no none knows
How to heal
Cruelty, sarcasm and mockery
Are the ways of the world
Compassion, grace, loyalty
Have lost….
We Bow before the arrogant one,
Called him ˜God’
In the name of God, what does that
Insolent one know of Him
We are nothing
But corpse
But see, we live again…
That restless, listless soul
We had given up as lost
Thinking of sharp edge
Of sword as an elixir!!
Seema Sahoo – ©
Him
I have not been known to speak of rhyme
Yet I am held accused of a certain crime
A known stranger has taken me spellbound
Swiftly, slowly his love has come around
In celestial ways his words so enchanting
He turns monotony into fables so captivating
Above the ringing of each sound sonorous
Stands his gleeful laugh in all stands humorous
Mystify, mesmerize, simply intoxicate
Those hazy espresso eyes, carved to invigorate
He lies satisfyingly cold in the midst of summer
And burning hot in winter’s murmur
Purely seraphic in his existence
From the dwellings of angels is his countenance
His anger, too is strong as a thunder fall
It lands into my heart for my senses to enthrall
His passions a sea of deep discovery
His thoughts to me are divine decree
All his self a glorious mystery untold
As I wait for the secrets carved in him to unfold
Daedras
Oh, I’d like to be an Atronach, I’d like it very much
For flesh would burn, and bones would freeze with everything I touch!
Ice and ashes, would the mortals be
If they should dare to mess with me
Oh, I’d like to be an Atronach, I’d like it very much.
I’d like to be a Daedric Prince, I’d like it very bad
The power that I’d have would be the most I’ve ever had!
I’d enjoy myself, and never fret
With power over life and death
Oh, I’d like to be a Daedric Prince, I’d like it very bad.
I’d like to be a Clannfear, that would be so very cool
The flesh of men and mer I’d tear with sharp claws as my tool!
Everyone else, they’d soon be dead
I’d charge into them with my head
Oh, I’d like to be a Clannfear, that would be so very cool.
I’d like to be a litte scamp, that’s what I’d like to be
Those who like to call us weak, they’d better not look down on me!
To run and hide, it will have no effect
I’d slash them when they least expect
Oh, I’d like to be a little scamp, that’s what I’d like to be.
I’d like to be a Golden Saint, I think that’d be so fine
How well that job would suit this little sadist streak of mine!
The crazies from the real world sent,
I’d punish to my heart’s content
Oh, I’d like to be a Golden Saint, I think that’d be so fine.
I’d like to be a Daedroth, that would be very fun
I’d ravage every town from Seyda Neen to Tel Aruhn!
I’m not a crocodile per se,
Having two legs leaves my sharp claws free
Oh, I’d like to be a Daedroth, that would be very fun.
I’d like to be a Xivilai, I’m sure you’d like it too
Just think of all the lovely Dark Seducers I could woo!
There’d be few opponents I can’t kill
The rest, my summoned Clannfears will
Oh, I’d like to be a Xivilai, I’m sure you’d like it too.
I Get It
Sometimes she doesn’t get it.
She’ll get in the way,
and mess up my work,
and she’ll yell for more food
when her plate is half full,
and she’ll rub against my elbow
as I’m typing something important.
Then she’ll sit on my papers
that I’m trying to review,
and once I move her over,
she’ll crawl right back to the same spot.
Sometimes she doesn’t get it,
but when she purrs
I do.
I finally get it.
Poem Eleven
Lost
That is what I am
In thought
In school
In who I am
About who I can turn to
In trying to find myself
I am lost