Monday, January 24, 2011

A collection of past poems (before I stopped writing) (3)

In the mirror
a true story
waiting to be famous

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He had assembled for her
a dreamscape;
mosaic of rare gemstones
amethyst
her favorite quartz

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The story of my life began
the moment you first held my hand

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The letters piled on top
of an empty page
on her notebook, abundant
still can't find the courage
to arrange them into words

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"Stay", I tell him
but even I can't prevent fate
from waking me up
and showing me
it was all a dream

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She was
a page
left unwritten
to which he
could foresee the writings

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The girl he curtsied-
she was
merely
a mosaic of
wandering thoughts

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She was
a stone
only he
had the vision
to read the inscription

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The words
clung hard
choking her
and still
she chose to die

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