Carousel

Look around my carousel,
Do you see how it goes round and round?...
This is an addiction I intend to keep,
An addiction I can't bear to lose....

It kills me,
I know,
You know.

Do you see my carousel?
Its swiftness?
I know you want my addiction
Maybe you'll find your own way there
To the silent bliss
That's out to destroy us.

Hey! Look at my carousel…
When will it ever slow down
Enough for me to get off?
Maybe If I find a way
To make it stop,
Maybe my addiction will be easier to lose then..….

My addiction,
Gaze at its ecstatic rapture
So beautiful
So gruesome….
Oh! When will it ever end?
When will it stop?

My carousel….

Trapped

Hands,
Holding her soul
While she sits bound in invisible shackles.
Akin to a caged bird,
She cries for freedom
But no one can hear her.
The darkened abyss of the world around her.

The hands hold her captive,
As they protect her.
They're her only home,
The only place she knows she can go to.
She's trapped.

Her soul cries for freedom.
Her despair so clear cut.
She wishes for something she doesn't know about,
Something she never had a chance to see.

Hands,
Holding her soul,
Protecting her
Holding her captive.

Trapped.

Innocence

Childhood is a sunny spring,
Of sweet scented flowers
And the sunny hills.
Childhood is a rollercoaster,
Having difficult ups and downs
But many happy endings.
Childhood is getting in trouble,
And not being responsible for it.
Childhood is dancing in the rain
With no worry for the future.
Childhood is believing in everything,
And never doubting the
Frightening stories that you hear.
Childhood is getting up in a weekday morning
And pretending to be sick so
You won’t have to go to school.
Childhood is a memory of the earliest
And the happiest times of your life.
Childhood is innocence.

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Mirror

Parallel universe,
Staring into my eyes.
Deep dark secrets
They all wish to hide.
Broken as a mirror,
I see what she is
Beckoning to a terror---
Dream or a nightmare?

Pitter patter of the rain as a
Nightmare breaks.
Silent as a snake
But terrified more than anything,
I awake.
I make myself clear,
Changeable as day.
Though I am not a seer,
I see what lies as my fate.

I may not know who or what
I am,
But I am different
And so I am alone.
Wrong may be my last,
Though I am not sure.
Lost silence may be gone,
but at least it used to be pure.
Glasses thus breakable,
though as long lasting as memories
as they fade into a pass by of life...
They disappear

Haiku

~haikus are not really my preference but i did it anyways
i made three.~

Centipede

An armored body
Offering dangerous bites
Resident of the tropic.



Fog

A shrouding mist
Thick white sea of humid water
Falling into the city



Dandelions

Soft, white puffy balls
Wavy, sharp yellow petals
A tooth of a lion


~in French dandelion means "a tooth of a lion"~

Metallic Iron

~This poem was written as a social-studies project. I thought it would be a good decision to post it. so please tell me what you think!! = D
thankyou!!~

Metallic Iron

I walk down the corridor, leaving
Uneasy feelings behind. Remembering the
Experiments I've done. One after another.

Closing my eyes, and
Seeing the ones walking with me,
giving me confidence.

My father, walking alongside of me. His
face confident and eyes sparkling but
Firm. Looking ahead.

Opening my eyes, I'm
In my office, sitting. Presentation
All but incomplete. Too much stress.
I let myself relax.

Closing my eyes once more, I
See my grandfather, same as I've always
Remembered him. He sits down infront of
Me. The same eyes and the same smile as
My father, but this time, looking at me.

The imaginary smell of
Metallic iron reaching my
Nose. I rise up, and look around.
In my lab.

I may have no chalk or
Marker to teach students.
But I've a pen to write,
And a notebook to be written in.
I "teach" what I've
Discovered with it.

To the out-lookers.

The Kite

~I wrote this poem because of this picture my mom showed me from http://www.mysansar.com/?p=3165. It was about this kid trying to fly his kite. I looked at the kid and his shadow. I really liked it, so I imagined what maybe happening, and i wrote a poem with the picture in mind. i hope you like it!! ~

The Kite


He stands there,
trying to make his hope fly,
His shadow mimicking him,
trying to succeed along with him.

He jumps around,
to try as he might to create support,
His shadow dancing with him,
though with more grace.

He is a child,
powerless in some ways,
But powerful in many.
He jumps one last time,
the wind picks up the kite,
His hope soars in the sky,
Gliding gracefully.

Though his body and shadow,
Maybe trapped on the floor
Of the face of this Earth,
but his spirit flies with his hope,
his kite.

~We don't fly,
Our spirits do...
with a little support.~