Writes of Life

We are what we read,
what we heed,
what we believe,
what we breed,
what we seed,
what we reap,
what we feed,
what we need.

Note

Heh. The previous one may as well be titled "The Night Before Poetry Class". I know enough people who feel this way about poetry, and trying to convey its contemporary relevance is one of the reasons I started this blog.

Also: New Poems will be published once a week, maybe twice. Stay tuned.

Poem about Poems about Poems

It seems self-defeating,
To write a poem about a poem.
When, confessing to lack of topic
One tries to turn art into irony
And produces, somewhat miserably
a senseless soup of linguistic idiocy
with a measure of metaphors thrown in
for the sake of self-esteem.
As if to say, I tried
But my rather inadequate mind
failed in its attempts to find
a topic worthy my words and time.
Never mind that I cannot rhyme
any better than a kindergartner,
Something needs to be written
to write is all that matters.
As to artistic merit, well
that is of no concern
at this rather late and very delayed juncture.

Flux

We live in a time,

When the lines are thin.

Boundaries and borders,

Sensations and skin.

The defining edges,

Are blurring into non-existance

There is a loss of layered reality,

with each echo of each experience.

Each reality is separated,

We move on alternate planes,

Our lives intertwined threads

Weaving through the Internet, Earth and space.

The landscape is changing,

Shifting with the sands of time,

As countries and courtships,

Bend and break archaic lines.

The world is morphing,

Flat maps are obsolete,

Four dimensions with manipulations,

Increased possibilities. And cruelties.

Slow Going

Please look into my eyes,
At the feelings I tried to hide.
Please show a little surprise,
At the thoughts I held inside.

No need for anything grand,
It's enough to take a chance.
No haste for golden bands,
It's enough just to hold hands.

So let us dream of distant lands,
Futures filled with true romance.
Let us see where we land,
Before we fill the future with plans.

Enzymes

This one was written as a joke in English. It's pretty cute:

There once was an enzyme named Kate,
Who lived in the Natural State,
She met a dashing substrate,
So the two went on a date,
But when their bond ended in a break,
They could not help but separate.

Notice

To the readers:

I apologize for the delay in publishing anything new. Exams were eating my brain out:)