Dudes with Pens

April 14, 2006

A Dialogue
Of course not.
So you don't have a mother?
Bingo!
Wow...
That's why I'm looking for her.
But she's not here,
is she? She could be anywhere.
Under the floorboards
in the attic. Or in the pantry,
in quiet places where mice leave footprints
in flour.
That's not what I meant.
It doesn't matter anyway, does it?
She's still
dead.

-Ashlyn Anstee


Ivy
It's cold-
Your tea is boiling over and there's no one
left to warm your sheets but the water
from the kettle.

Everyone rushes- but nobody rushes
to point out the rainbow

made by the sun hitting the
sun shower, hitting the tin roof,
hitting your face.

Everybody rushes, but your tea is boiling over,
and no one is rushing to keep their chin up,
keep their hair down, keep their ifs, ands, or buts-
It's cold-
and the ivy's dying in the street,
because there's no where to go but down,
because once you've reached the moon,
because everyone's rushing, and your sheet are empty-

and you wake up not knowing if it's worth it to get out of bed.

-Ashlyn Anstee

Tense

I am a drosophila in a Petri dish
Under an electron transmission microscope
The eye of God
I see
Through extended virtual light rays
A mirage
Controls me
As chemicals and enzymes
Slit my scalp
And wiggle
In
My
Brain
molarity or molality
or reality
Outside
The purple sky
Paper flowers
Candy clouds
Each raindrop is not a product of hydrogen and oxygen
Gas condensation
Covalently bonded with two pi bonds
Colligated through hydrogen bonding dipole-dipole forces with London
Dispersion Forces
Each Drop is a unheard story
That God
And I
Cry.

-Kimmy Tao


No shame

One candy
Two friends
Back and forth
Back and forth
No you have it
No you have it
Three
Four
Back to me
Supposedly
But I didn’t see
When it was grabbed away from me
No Shame smiling silently

We call her “No Shame”
For she is never humble
She talks about her shiny eyes
And how her face is so beautiful
She never declines
When you offer her food
She constantly whines
When there’s work to do

But that is why she is real
As real as that mole on Mao’s chin
Her honesty
hides no lies
And that,
Is the beauty
No shame
Reveals
Within

-Kimmy Tao

The Rise

Irony is in the waking
It is an open-window nightmare
Where birds are shot
Their entrails hung from trees
While other birds peck at their carcasses
On the ground.
Paper flowers grow under purple clouds
As arrows of sunlight pierce
Their flesh
And life bleeds into the soft earth
Where a solemn tree
Uproots itself from the jungle foliage
Finally free of its earthly chains
A wish untold, granted.
Its first step towards a new beginning
Was followed by a fatal fall.
The tree had no legs.

-Kimmy Tao

Two Reality

White on black is contentment in lifeboats
above the waves of stench
uproaring
never a straight line
uproaring
droplets of sad faces fill up
eyes of anger float on the liquid surface
the liquid being bloody
Spit.

-Kimmy Tao


1. OF MIDNIGHT AND MASQUERADES

A pearl of white within the blackened sea
Of disgusted fascination and tears
Resisting the heart's shrieking urge to flee
And satisfy all your unfounded fears
Your garments dark, your face white marble stone
The brilliant light you shed on my parade
Rise you angelic up, but still alone
A radiant soul in this bleak masquerade
Let morbid curiosity consume
Come see the smiling body lying cold
And smell death's already-pungent perfume
Follow the procession of young and old
You watch the earth, its people pass you by
And so, in my gilded coffin, do I.

-Robin

2. THE BLOODBATH

Does he hear it?
Does he hear the subtle ringing of the knife,
Euphoric and hungry,
Stained by blood and screams of men
Who have passed this way and fount nothing but death
(and a good shave)
To satisfy them?

Does he know what the world can do to him?
That it can make him measure days in pain and shovels
And call it law with a hammer?
Does he know vengeance will come from razor blades
And whistled tunes
And that with a flick of metal
He can be a practice throat?

Does he feel the displacement of the air?
Does it whisper a hello to him, his name,
Weaving a spell of docility and salvation?
Does it spit on his dishonourable skin
Hissing and weeping, for blood and for sin,
Splitting hairs and veins?

And silence reigns with the violin.

-Robin

Dreams

Behind every dream

There is a fantasy world

Waiting to be found

By a careless mind

What are dreams...

anyways?

Hopes for people,

Or...

Do you know?

-Moony Qi

Friendship VS Age

We were best friends when we were nine
Good friends when we were eleven
Friends when we were thirteen
What a wierd pattern!?
Our friendship didn't grow and shrink instead!
I wonder why...Age?

Moony Qi

Make It Stop ( found poem - original taken from "the perks of being awallflower" by stephen chbosky )

Yellow piece of paper

Lines

Because that was

what it was all about

His teacherAn A

A gold star

That was the year

all the kids

He let them

And his mother and father

A lot

The girl around the corner

signed

with a row of x¡¯s

His father tucked him in at night

always there

A white paperBlue lines

The name of the season

What it was all about

And his mother never

The kids told him

They would burn

Thick lenses

And black

And the girl around the corner laughed

And his father got mad

He cried

Innocence: A Question

About his girl

Strange steady look

He never showed her

Too much make up that made him cough

he kissed her anyway

because that was the thing to do

Tucked himself into bed

Brown paper bag

Absolutely Nothing

That was what it was really all bout

An A

And a slash on each damned wrist

because this time

he didn't think he could

- Freda Li

posted by dudeswithpens @ 10:14 a.m.