| This is one of my favorite poems. |


The Netherfield BallWe danced together at the Netherfield ball. I wore ivory lace. You were handsome and tall.The Netherfield Ball
We danced as one in perfect rhythm and grace. I stole glimpses of you. Your eyes were fixed on my face.
Oh, how the dowagers whispered that night. I wasn't right for you. You were always just right.
We've had a few encounters since then. I grew old alone. You never danced again.


And So We Dream--WIPSome dreams should not come true, Some passions should remain unfulfilled, Without flesh and without breath, The magic lies in their elusiveness.And So We Dream--WIP
And so we dream, And so we breathe...


Color BlindI thought you were color blind, But it turns out I am not your kind. In your world, I have no place, Because of language, culture, and my race.Color Blind
I always saw your color as beautiful, Part of who you really are. But the heart and soul I thought was pure, Sees me as someone quite impure.
I thought you understood prejudice and hate, And were things you would never tolerate, But my eyes and my culture are a barrier, I'm not the kind of friend you prefer.


One More Time WIPWas it really destiny that we should meet? Or was I living in someone else's dream?One More Time WIP
If I have a thousand lifetimes to live, How fast must I live just to see you one more time?


Your NameYour name always seems to smile at me, The way it spells out who you are, And the more I have gotten to know you, The deeper that smile ingrains itself in my heart.Your Name
Your name always takes my breath away, As I gaze up at the top of the lighted marquee, Advertising your presence on the boundary Where, briefly, our worlds collide.
Your name is tattooed on my eyes, It has to be because I see it everywhere, It shines brighter than any other star in the sky, It has the power to heal my heart when it is broken.
Your name is like a silent whisper, A sac


HeavyI am heavy. I am bound to the earth. My soul cannot fly. It longs for second birth, Or it will surely die.Heavy
I am heavy. I cannot see what holds me here. My heart is crushed beneath its own weight.
My body and soul need freedom, Before it is too late.
I am heavy. I am trying to reach for the sky, That is my home, Among the stars and beyond time, Where it is not a burden to be alone.
I am heavy. Bagpipes sing my death In a language I no longer understand. The only way my heart and soul can be free, Is
| I don't know whether to call myself an EMOtional Poet or an Angsty Poet, so I've settled for Pseudo-Intellectual. As a graduate student, that probably is the best fit. Most of my poetry is about unrequited love and fantasy, but I am also inspired by anime and video games and nature herself. I dabble in photography but am frustrated by lacking the type of tool necessary to do what I want. If I create anything slightly exceptional, it's sheer dumb luck. |
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