April 25, 2006
Lean On Evening Once Again
Lean on evening once again
Sense the weight of sunset sinking low
On the blustering spare plain
Before dawn calls like dismal crow
Fields of green-gold set aflame
While the world runs and spins apart
From the small home with tiny frame
On a prairie wide enough to break your heart
-Bethany, UHill
Seeing Things
Lonely woman neighbour
in a night-time long with stars
she swears are dimmer than the once were:
Her wrinkled fingers shiver
only just perceptibly
as she sits slurping coffee
on the porch,
Letting memories slide by unchecked.
She sits in a cracked white plastic chair,
But doesn’t really sit there:
Her wary gaze protects emotion.
Potted plants all around run wild:
Stringy cacti like dreadlocks;
Her hair free, frazzled, tired, her eyes bright.
Though night sits silent,
And must seem cruelly quiet to her,
It hasn’t always.
She rests a moment longer as every bone aches
and she lingers.
Lovely woman,
Porch creaks, screen door clicks.
-Bethany
I Love Foggy Mornings
Bellies full of unbreakable and artificial:
We ache, or we think so,
Without knowing if we’re people people anymore.
Not a lot of sun shines now
just shadows stay, with dusty windowpanes reflecting.
I wear earplugs whenever I can,
Anxious and lacking a concrete life plan,
Without soldiers, shield, armour,
Pink and tired, curled up in fears.
The world wears earplugs and sits tight while
Only the walls have open ears,
And we live in fear of them
Though we need not.
There are no secrets, no personal, no understanding core
As the media dumps information on us like salt on a bleeding sore.
But I need nothing actual, I don’t need to know:
If I was more attentive, I’d fear my own folly still more,
For expressions of love so often sound senseless,
So unoriginal, unreal, or untrue:
Plugged ears and this unlucky fog are safer.
The moon hangs lower than it ever did,
But let’s not box it away or place a lid
over the heavens the way we have everything else.
You left a lot behind from back when you were a thousand things
at once before you were too many, we were too many,
and we came into this plastic space.
Confusion is sweet after all,
though perhaps dull,
Even idiotic in itself, but at least I know how I want things,
if not what things,
And I resolve I will still get along
without the tears and the rain,
Without caring if my features, my love, my poetry,
and even my thoughts are quite plain.
-Bethany, UHill
do I? (have cabin fever)
do I? (wander)
walk (in circles) round
(the wind) the winding streets
(with all the sky rooting me,
placing me, knowing me)
more than I think./?//(I do?)
do I? curl
a seed (embedded)
a child, a baby, a cell
(buried here) in warm dark
(and red fear)
knowing anything much./?//(I do?)
do I? sing
(dancing on the razor edge)
with all I never know
(doubting who I am today)
on a cliff in June
(plane screams past)
clouds shudder, recombine and drift
shall I drift (or fall)./?//(I do?)
I would, I am
for anything today,
loosed and lost and trapped and (?) //…
-Bethany, UHill
quickie haikus
my teeth are too sharp/my tongue is too soft, today/my tongue is in pain
my legs are all lead/the anxiety destroys/cool self-confidence
the day is too long/so goddamn long it hurts you/or is it just me?
brains are so gravy/I think they're good, good to think/but watch out! zombies!
-Garren, Killarney, age 16
April 21, 2006
Bleak grey walls
Surround everything
Like the grief of loss
The young man feels
Head bowed
Expressionless face
He approaches the grey clothed pulpit
His voice tells of his grief
Coloured light seeps
Through the stained glass
Giving light in the darkness
As reflections spark
Laughter over better times
Even in the darkness
There are smiles
Along with tears of grief.
-Robert Mackenzie, UHill
Shell are falling
Illuminating the night
Delivering a horrible mauling
We wont give up the fight
So we struggle ahead
Hoping not to number with the dead
Finally reaching the goal
With many lost along the way
Running along on cruise control
And now I’m to bored to play
So I save and go away
To big to fathom
Yet ever present like a shadow
Always lingering
Infecting all around us
Slowly overcoming
What happens next
No one can no
But those who have gone before
Is there heaven
Is there hell
Questions will be answered
But only time will tell
Footprints in the sand
Stretch out behind me
As the water slowly eats away at them
As I continue on
Those behind grow dim
Always looking a few feet ahead
Never taking more then a quick look back
Some are deep
Some are spaced apart
But big or small
They will all disappear
With the coming of the sea.
Robert Mackenzie, UHill
Piano
When I sit down to my piano play,
I fly on joyful wings of ivory,
To enter heaven’s door where once a day
I feel as if my soul has been set free.
The music speaks in thoughts too deep for words
In sounds that rise and fall with joy and pain,
Less like human speech than call of songbirds,
In summer mornings kissed by gentle rain.
I wish that I could leave my life behind,
My busy world of desks and homework due.
A place of rest and comfort then to find
Where my piano waits with spirit true.
Oh, God, have pity on that lonesome one
Who’s never lived in music’s golden sun.
-Sara Ye, UHill
Loneliness
I once saw a teenage girl,
Sitting at the back corner
Of the crowded bus by herself.
She was looking outside of the bus window
With her depressed and drowsy eyes,
And she was holding her own hands
Tightly.
Who would be the one to
Hold her hands with warmness
And fill her loneliness
With passionate love?
-Sara Ye, UHill
Life
Life is a Castle.
When you’re young, the doors seem huge, and won’t let you in.
The castle seem sharp and high, but you imagine the inside to be
Warm and filled with treasure.
But once you get inside, it’s dusty and cold,
And there’s a long staircase to climb.
Everybody except you seems to know their way around.
You have to decide yourself which door to enter, which stair to climb,
And some of them don’t even lead anywhere.
Yes, the castle is mysterious.
-Sara Ye, UHill
I Want To Fly
I want to fly
Like free birds in the big blue sky
To get away from this busy
And complicated place
To ignore everything
That I have to worry about
To leave behind any thoughts
That always wanders in my mind
And
To enjoy the carefree life
In the sky
-Sara Ye, UHill
Gordon Campbell’s Election Volunteer
A Room lit with studio lights, crowded with rich-scented suits
And happy laughter, I receive my mission:
We fan out into the lazy evening streets, breathless
And hopeful, overflowing with ambition.
We ask, “Have you voted?” And their faces are smiling and
Curious. “Yes”, or “I’m on my way.”
When the cameras flash; the Premier arrives, shines with
Confidence and success. The light catches the rim of his glasses.
His teeth and hair are white; his hand is large and warm.
He says, “Nice to meet you.”
-Sara Ye, UHill
Fashion God
I once had this classmate named Lyle.
He always dressed with such style.
Thought he could catch every eye
With his bright purple tie
But the girls all ran for a mile.
-Sara Ye, UHill
Gleaming Face
Slowly walking in space
Hoping of a new discovery
A new place, new life
Carrying three animals
In a lonely silent night
Following the bright shining star
To where it belongs
And then starting all over again!
Believing in it has got him this far
And his belief will continue
As long as he trusts the bright shining star
-Mohammad Amanian, UHill
Why War?
He walks around,
Looks everywhere
Thinks for a second
Faints for a second,
And says…
They think they are the best
Even though they’re not
So what? They got bomb, they got power
So what? We don’t have that
We have something better
A heart full of peace
Cities are just piles of dirt now
Full of blood
People hurt
Some are injured
Some are dead
How can I change it?
Maybe I can’t
But the world can
Stop the war!
Let’s have peace
But, why does it happen?
Just to showoff their power
Kill millions just for one person?
Why?
O…why?
Why War?
-Mohammad Amanian, UHill
Lost in a crazy place
I remember the crowd around me
Not knowing where I was
Where to go,
Trying to find a way
I remember hearing my name on the speakers
Frightened, thinking that someone’s out to get me
The idea of having no parents
I remember when I started running
Shouting my parent’s names
Trying to match someone with the image in my head
But no such luck
I remember when I hit someone
And there they were
My parents
I remember I couldn’t think
About living without my parents
Thus promising myself
Of never letting go
-Mohammad Amanian, UHill
Dance
Hunger,
My biggest weakness
Had finally reach upon me
It had to be stopped
Going to a restaurant
Was as if entering paradise
Walking along the noodle stream
Approaching the counter,
Ready to order,
It was hard not to notice her
After all, she took my order
There was music in the air
A symbol of joy and happiness
While I sat on the chair
Tapping my foot on the white tiles
In respect to the beat
Drinking from the cup
Was in fact enjoyable
She, the waitress
As if being invisible
Danced wildly
Enjoying herself
Until told to stop,
The while dance movements
Were there no more
Gone until next time
When she’s not a waitress no more!
-Mohammad Amanian, UHill
April 20, 2006
You can write.
Yes
You.
Write about the tomorrows of yesterdays and afraid you are that NOW will never come.
You can write about
the brief lapse of rainbow coloured sky after a even briefer shower
of God’s tears
dropping from the sky are the sound of clunking scraps of
metallic lumber. You can write about fluffy puppies and kittens and how their
eyes look up at you and say
“You graze my heart with
love”
Lover. Their bodies intertwined
melting into a pot of burning desire
the temptress and her,
how that is all crap and
say there is no love but lust, crackling through my arteries pouring molten lava into her mouth.
You can write about that.
And how deeply pretentious this poem is because
you think no one gets you when you don’t even get
yourself so deep into
this hole so easy. Don’t tell me
I know what I’m saying and you can write.
About the horizon of a Masai Mara sunset dawn and tell people
what it’s like to stand under the Martian sun with your face glowing
red hot. Then you can say ‘life is not worth nothing’ and feel superior
to zebras being butchered by hungry lions their existence
spluttering onto the crimson grass.
You can write about the ‘everything’
how this list will be the asymptote to your muse one day you’re singing your heart out
on Broadway, New York
near the panhandler in the grey coat.
You can write about pessimistic optimists,
why jumbled clutters of thought end up to be
a poem and What Was She Thinking When She Bought That?
Or,
You can just do like me.
And write until your pen is out of breath, your
spinning head is out of
ink and sell your soul to no-one-cares so you can go do university
get a job and screw over others the same way.
Say I’m not an angry person, it’s just puberty, say
Isn’t that right.
-Sida Bai, UHill
Scuba Diving
From Malindi,
The shore of many colors
Into Indian Ocean,
The sea of great wonders –
Into a crystal wonderland
Underwater,
Underneath the bustle of our city,
Another city blooms
With prosperity
And its residents of fishes.
Small, shimmering fishes
Scattering.
Like a sprinkle of pink pixie dust,
In a sea of blue.
Large fishes swim lazily
Ripping the turquoise water.
Lifting up golden star ash
Sparkling in an aqua background.
Another world,
Under the sea –
Held in my vision,
Transfixed by my fantasies.
A garden of summer’s dawn –
Bees, drunk in the sweet wine of a midsummer’s night rose.
A drowsy morning,
Misty raindrops prancing down a tear-stained hill.
A dying desert,
Bitter sand smoothing out the wrinkles of time.
A Lonely hut,
Fluttering mounds of dampened ashes.
-Sida Bai, UHill
Lyrics
‘Even the Ocean is burning.’ A shadow cried, falling, opened its soul.
Facing the dancing flames, ashes arose to swallow the corpse.
The flames taunted, fiercely twirling in the smoke.
The Ocean answered only in silent waves.
Desperate waves, splashing blackened shores.
Finally the ocean quivered,
It’s voice hush and shaken.
Waves like shuttered light.
Whispering like broken wind.
Red, the sun glowed
Even the sky have fallen on its knees to red-dom. Firedom
-Sida Bai, UHill
Ocean
Struggling in the red mist.
The flames reaching, glowing, burning, fearless.
The Ocean cried.
The boiling water melted into lava tears.
‘No, no.” The flames’ anger spilled like oil over the redness.
‘Conqueror.’ The flames softened.
‘What have you conquered?’.
‘Everything!’ Flames roared, soaring beyond the bloody beaches
‘Every blade of grass.’ it turning to gesture.
Ashes
‘Every star and moon.’ It leaped to look.
But only to see embers has taken their place.
Anger mounted only making it burn brighter.
‘The universe!’
The fire gaped at the bleak red sky.
But the universe is nothing but the same red.
Beautiful Red
Suddenly the sky shuttered into gory pieces and the ocean gave up its hopeless struggle
The fire still burns on…burning nothing.
Without purpose.
Still burning...the same dull red.
-Sida Bai, UHill
A Brother's Suicide Note
My brother, listen to my words carefully.
I tell you this after I lost
the battle against the rich.
Never have a will to become rich.
I would rather die from hunger
than become rich.
It is a sin to live as a rich man.
A rich man sucks up the blood of
a worker's thighs.
A rich man buys women
as easily as they spend money on drinking.
How can a person
use another's sweat to creat his wealth?
How can a person
use another as a tool of his pleasure?
How can a person
use another as a machine or an animal to make money?
I can't criticize a person
Who earned his position
and therefore is enjoying a wealthy life.
However, my brother.
Never become a judge or a prosecutor
who sends innocent people to jail
in return for wealth.
Never become the tool of oppression
hired by the rich.
-Julie Myung, UHILL
On a desert island
Aaron is buried in grief.
He is waiting and waiting for somebody to rescue him.
Suddenly he complains of hunger.
He wanders around the area.
A few minutes later,
He comes back with some fish
caught on a fish spear that he has made.
Oscar has gone mad.
He thinks nobody is coming to rescue him.
He thinks he will be stuck on the island forever.
He starts to cry loudly.
He is in the depths of despair and he is lonely.
Two days later,
He commits suicide.
Bernard adjusts himself to the new environment.
He doesn’t care if somebody comes to rescue him or not.
He starts exploring the place.
He finds a type of fruit
he has never seen before.
He enjoys the fruit and starts to enjoy
the new environment.
ABby takes a rest in the shade.
She is having a very peaceful time,
watching the landscape and the ocean view.
She watches Aaron catching fish
and then helps Bernard picking fruit.
Most people with blood type O are idealistic and passionate. Talk romantically.
Most people with blood type A hate it when the conversation suddenly disconnects or ends.
Most people with blood type B are able to talk about any types of things. They are talented speakers.
Most people with blood type AB enjoy talking about art or literature. They don’t like loud and prattling conversations.
-Julie Myung, UHILL
The things I want in my life time
I want to find the skirt I want is on sale for half price
I want to hear my favorite song on the radio.
I want to fall in love
and I want to receive a special glance,
I want to have a good conversation.
I want to have someone to play with my hair.
I want song lyrics printed inside my new CD so I can sing along without feeling stupid.
I want to get butterflies in my stomach every time I see that one person.
I want to make eye contact with a cute stranger.
I want to see smiles and hear laughter from my friends.
I want to hold hands with someone I care about.
I want to run into an old friend and realize that some things (good or bad) never change.
I want to discover that love is unconditional and stronger than time.
I want to hug the person I love.
I want to watch the expression on someone's face
as they open much-desired present from me.
I want to watch the sunrise.
I want to get out of bed every morning
and thanking my parents for another beautiful day.
-Julie Myung, UHILL
DO NOT HESITATE
Have wisdom to look back the time
when you hesitated in a fright.
You trusted yourself,
And that’s why you reached up to here.
When you can’t see what’s going on,
Take a few steps forward.
No one knows
What will happen in the future.
The most important thing is that
In that moment
When you begin to step forward,
In that moment
When you begin to trust yourself,
Your fear has disappeared already.
-Jieun Kim, UHill
LIFE IS A GAME
Life is a series of games
Which I am forced to play.
I always think of giving up
Yet I hate to be defeated even more.
If I can’t avoid it,
I should enjoy it.
If I should enjoy it,
I’d rather love it.
I’m intoxicating to it now.
I expect brand new items.
I am adapted to the rules of games
I am learning the new tactics.
Who says games are futile?
If it deserves to be fought,
It also deserves to be won.
-Jieun kim, UHILL
Diligence
If I were you I'd be much better
At things you do so disinterestedly
Waste of opportunities, waste of potential
Lacking perseverance, lacking diligence.
If I were you, where would you be?
Would you be watching from the outside
Awed at my prowess?
Look at me succeed!
Why won't you learn?
-Kanghee Park, UHill
Life Sucks
I dreamed and I aspired
To be a doctor or a lawyer
Or a buisness man, who never tires.
I could've been if only that teacher
Didn't give me
That horrible 90 and gave me 3 percent higher.
My mother complains
My father won't love me
I'm getting tummy pains
'cause I don't want to make food
I want that new cellphone!
LEAVE ME ALONE!
'cause I'm in a bad mood
-Kanghee Park, UHILL
A Trudge
Dark, shadows; wander, braille.
Narrow corridors; slowly, walk.
Feel, push, your way through,
sludge, rats; dirt and grease.
Sharp stones on walls; feel it.
slippery, guiding, then turn - a pot of gold.
Seams from the sky from metal grates,
bring thin rays of light, a gift.
Watch the lights; follow it,
it brings help, hope - opportunity.
It's not always tough.
Take a chance, succeed.
-Kanghee Park, UHILL
Don't Look Back
When I was a little boy
Life bored my time away
I was tired of my childish toys
Nothing went my way
Times sure have changed in just few years
Now that no one cares
Sure, no one gives two pennies worth
At all, how I fare
This new freedom intrigues me so!
I've got places to explore
It comes with a few sacrifice
But it's worth the many chores
-Kanghee Park, UHILL
Poem Number Six
Crumpled papers strewn around the room,
Pens broken and abandoned.
Assignment tacked, crooked, on the wall –
A death sentence, just watching, just waiting.
Heart racing, face pruned,
Palpitations soon begin.
Pen and paper not yet romancing,
For the pen cannot commit.
Words thrown tentatively, unsure,
Then annihilated by angry scribbles.
Thoughts jumbled, fingers frozen,
A clock ticking away the hours.
Page after page, tree after tree,
Word after word, destroyed.
Blue smudges, inky bitterness, sore neck.
Such is the excruciation,
The struggle, the fight
To write the sixth and final poem.
-Tian Wen, UHILL
A Time
Pitter patter, gentle rain
Beats upon the ground,
Dusty grime invades her tongue
As he makes not a sound.
Stumbling right on past her
Like she was never there,
He thinks her too demanding,
Not knowing that she cares.
Thunder rumbles overhead
Night blankets the sky
Lightning mad as anger
Flashes o'er the mountains high.
One too many nights
Spent on "Does he care like me?"
One too many words unspoken
Of things that ne'er will be.
All she ever wanted
Was for him to take each day
With joy, with hope, with her
Not to be pushed away.
Rain and thunder chill their bones
Night blankets the sky.
There once was time for sorry,
But now its time to say goodbye.
-Tian Wen, UHILL
Lost
Wandering out there
Somewhere outside
in the middle
of nowhere
a stranded captain leads his crew
of suspecting little critters,
on the edge of their moving wagon,
searching for a glimmer
one ray, that light........of hope
But...
isolated and lost,
traveling in circles
becomes a game of survival
rather than an adventure
of curiosity
will he find his destination?
-Clement Cheng, UHILL
Pics
We capture a frozen frame,
that exact moment in time,
all the pixels seem the same,
cheerishing it for a lifetime.
Everyone loves taking a picture,
always beautiful and bright,
also rich in texture,
creating a stunning light.
Anything can be an image.
of human, animal or nature.
Forever kept in storage,
It's what we call a picture.
-Clement Cheng, UHILL
Painful Endurance
Tears from the eyes causes pain
when a loved one leaves
the heartbrake causes pain
to a feeling we cannot believe.
When prey and predator meet,
How will the outcome look?
There the enemies will meet
the blood will be from one life he took.
The animal kingdom has sacrifice
the food chain causes death
Humans must also endure sacrifice
it's hard to even hold your breathe.
-Clement Cheng, UHILL
The Masked Performer
One that is masked,
is one that is blind to you,
but to them,
you're but a small piece of the puzzle.
The man is a performer,
but really,
he is a magician.
His acts of illusion are just part of his show
what also remains hidden,
is his identity...
The sense of uncertainty,
he puts in his audience,
is the key to his routine of tricks,
and ultimately,
leads to his success and popularity.
He works your brain
to question your sense of reality
that is the story,
of the Masked Performer...
-Clement Cheng, UHILL
Star Glow
It was a night so long ago
That I saw you below,
I am lost in your magic
Filled with yellow and gold.
All the love we know
Is said to be in glow
And it was your beauty,
That gave the stars their perfect glow.
Mark Kong, UHILL
Sweet September
I look toward the sky
And found a storm there
And I look again
Howling and weeping in
Sweet September
Upon the grass I lie
Full of your warm embrace
To face the your bliss
And listen to your sweet song
Sweet September
How long have I been asleep
You paint with all your might
Full of ginger and red
Blossom blooms under your might
Kissing calamity
Like a world on fire.
-Mark Kong, UHILL
Marriage
When I was a young pup
I dream of growing up
Dream of fairy
And getting marry
My woman doesn’t have to be wise
Because then everyday will be a surprise
She will think I am a fuss
When really I am a wuss
But if the day ever come
That I find a woman rich
But acts as if she was a witch
I would let her know
How ugly she really show
If I ever find a woman that is true
That is when my heart will know
That this is the woman for me
And I will be completely free
King of the Beast
In the distant skies
Arose a mighty cry
Comes the king of the jungle
Like a king he moves,
Muscles rippled as proves
Thy strength that grips his body
As hunger shine in his eyes
Never a sound made
As he leaps forward
Towards the prey
Tasting
Devouring
In the silent forest of the night.
-Mark Kong, UHILL
Impossible
You can smell the freshly mowed grass as you
run down the field,
You can feel eyes glued to you,
You accept a pass from your teammates as you
start dribbling the ball not even thinking
once about stopping,
You come close to the net and you can hear
your heart beating,
As you kick with all your might and starre
in awe for your results....
"GOAL"
you hear out of nowhere,
By now you know that
Nothing is impossible.
-Naz Kohan, UHill
Multiple Choice
I'm sitting here,
Crammed in a tiny desk
In a room with more
than twenty people,
Looking around the room,
I see the confused expressions
on some people's faces,
I can hear pencils scribbling
and erasers erasing like lightning
I look at my paper again
and decided whether to choose
A, B, C, D or E,
As the teacher finally yells
"Time's up"
-Naz Kohan, UHILL
No Such Thing as a Happy Ending
I still remember your smile,
that melted my worries away,
I still remember your gift to me
on my birthday,
I still remember your captivating eyes
reassuring me everything would be fine
as i rip a picture of you
into shreds
And as I throw it into the fireplace,
I still remember how you told me
it would last forever,
Watching it burn to pieces,
I get a feeling of satisfaction!
-Naz Kohan
Aging with Friends
Chilly wind
Tickles my ears.
With my imaginery buddy,
I talk, think, smile.
Realizing the speed of time,
I feel lonely but happy.
I am lonely because
I am too old for being a
Friend of Zack.
I am happy because
Suzanne has grown a lot bigger than I am.
Whenever they come,
I 'll bark as loud as I can
And shake my tail as fast as I can,
With all the energy left in me.
Well I am too tired
And I want some sleep.
-David Choi, UHILL
Forgiveness
I am on a bench
Oblivious to
Passer-bys
Mothers with children
Girls with skipping ropes
Boys with their socceer ball,
Reminding me of the present,
Their world is not mine
Those happy scarless hearts
Remind me of a life that
I never had.
Have they ever
Felt the sting of discrimination?
How many times I have felt
Ashamed of my skin colour
I despise but cannot help.
Who am I to blame?
Why should I feel shame?
Forgiveness is so much harder that
They teach in Sunday school.
I forgive them because
Of the strength of my people because
I don't want them as a reason
To hate myself.
Unshakle the past
The future bekons
It's 6 o'clock and I am born again.
-David Choi, UHILL
Chapters of Time
Grey hair
Short and neatly combed back,
Shining in the sunlight
Young eyes in
A wrinkled face
Staring through a moving window,
Views the
Changing world
"It's so different"
Regretting the speed of
Time.
"This world,
Saturated with
Memories of my past
I was a part of it
I helped build it
I could've done better"
Wise grin on his
Face.
"This hammer does not belong to me anymore
But to my children."
-David Choi, UHILL
A Poet
I am a poet
Because
I can feel,
Think,
Write,
And speak.
Are you a poet?
Oh, I am sorry
You're not a poet.
-David Choi, UHILL
The Internet
I am wandering
In the secret garden of the Internet,
Time flies
Like a bird in the sky, leaving no trace.
If one day,
The Eden were not there,
Time would grow its root and refuse to care.
My story would be sad.
-Candy Zhou, UHILL
The Tea Cup
Charming as its appearance
The tea cup sits on the book
As the sea waves outside the patio
The tea sings a silent lullaby
For my good night’ s sleep
-Candy Zhou, UHILL
Photo
My childhood photo album is a magic box.
When it is open,
Laughers and songs are flying around
Like little birds in the sky.
-Candy Zhou, UHILL
Whipping Cream Winter
Flurries of pearls drop to the ground from a broken necklace
Snowmen stand like statues
Trees becomes crystal carvings
Roofs prick through the white blankets
A whipping cream winter
-Candy Zhou, UHILL
Happy Valentine's Day
No matter how I try, you seem far away.
You look like an angle, Heaven is where you stay.
But why can't you stay with me,
That's the way we used to be!
-Candy Zhou, UHILL
April 19, 2006
Portable
Pretty brunette, working silently in a stuffy, crowded class room
Full of yelling adolescents, throwing crumpled paper balls and gossip
in exotic tongues to the simple ears, punctuating the dusty gloom
White paper lined with blue, smudged with equations and graphs
On which her neat, bubbly writing flows across, solving inequalities.
Occasionally punching numbers into her Casino calculator that sits
On a cramped, dull wooden desk, varnish scratched away, covered in doodles
Its countless identicals, sitting in crooked rows, after lessons of digits.
Brushing back her long brown hair, flowing down tanned anatomy
Covered by a tight pink/black top, worn light blue jeans
After bending down to retrieve a pen, fallen on the dusty floor,
Covered with imprints of chair and desk legs, pressed down by sweating teens.
Light hazel eyes, gaze at the sluggish clock older than she is,
Riveting onto the chalky dark green boards blanketed by smeared white dust
And the aging collage of stale photos, wrinkling and struggling
to hang on to the walls, beside the door, hinges consumed by rust,
As her eyes drift past the still-life, and catch my studying eyes
before they return to the notes. Both sets of eyes look away shyly,
and the awkward moment is passed as time is up and the class starts to rise
-Elitez Psycho, UHill
Naturally Perfect
All bask in the shine of your sunrise smile,
Each unique, each experience is rare.
In the glow, light roan horses race for miles,
Through a silky chestnut forest of hair,
Matching the swirling hazel and green eyes,
Which radiate beauty and energy,
Rivaling the endless depth of the skies.
Gazing in, all can see the synergy.
Intellect, kindness, warmth, and devotion,
These characters are which cold days are warmed.
The extent is as vast as the ocean,
By perfect qualities your soul is formed.
Loved and cherished by all who surround you,
A pure white swan that all regard in awe.
Perfection equals you and all you do,
A crystallized snowflake having no flaw.
A pedestal is not created here,
This barely describes what’s already there.
-Elitez Psycho, UHill
Generals
a POET is a general,
deploying words on paper…
using,
columns of verbs, and
ranks of adjectives.
placed at the exact, no mistakes.
placements of similes, and
metaphor assaults.
used with care, zero inaccuracy.
charges of stanzas, and
guards of rhythms,
down to every detail, snafu intolerance.
winning the skirmish, onto the war.
-Elitez Psycho, UHill
Did You Know?
Can You See,
the gaunt street-urchins, with straggly disheveled appearance,
sifting through garbage trying to stave off starvation?
Can You Hear,
the wailing of blood-shot, bleary-eyed people,
grieving in a dreary, wet, stone cold graveyard?
Can You Smell,
the nauseating stench of blood, gore and death,
floating lazily over a smoking war-torn city?
Can You Taste,
the air, saturated with thick black smog
slowly leeching the life out of our once lovely planet?
Can You Feel,
the ugly dark pain, coiled around a home
quietly ripping apart the hopes of a child?
Did You Know,
That this is our world?
-Elitez Psycho, UHill
LOST IN A MAZEHere I am,
In an inextricable maze.
Lost.
Without knowing which way to go.
Without knowing where I wanna go.
Here I am,
In an inextricable maze.
Frightened.
Standing and waiting for someone
Who can help me to get out.
-Kim Jieun, UHill
When you are faced with difficulties…When you are faced with difficulties,
Look at the blue sky for a moment.
And just relax yourself.
Then start thinking about people around you
Who would look at the same sky as you.
When there are heavy burdens on your back.
Let the wind blow them off.
It will watch you with breathless attention.
And take them without any hesitation.
As it always do.
-Jieun Kim, UHill
Get RealWatching as you please
With lifeless eyes glued onto the screen
What good is gazing at deafening TV
If you can attain more realistic image?
Throw away your TV
And peer through the window at the touch of nature
Breathe the piney, fresh air,
Soft with the gentle breeze
-Junghoo Kin, UHill
Waiting Yesterday I went shopping
A poor guy came to me
Asking me for money
I didn't give him any
People ignored him by passing
Passing
Passing
He didn't say anything
Sitting there like a statue
And doing nothing
Just Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for people coming
Hopeless
-Susan Hu, UHill
