Dudes with Pens

April 16, 2006

Special Love

Its today that she arrives
Mom's coming home
I missed her perfume, her contagious laughter
And her special kind of humor
I was like a baby crying out for Mom

'Knock knock'
She's home
I suddenly picture a perfect TV reunion
Where they kiss and hug
And now I imagine myself hugging
And kissing Mom
I promise myself to do it
Because that's what they do on TV

I see her tiered but delighted to be home
Love is swirling around me
I almost hug her
But¡¦¡¦ I can't
Instead I hug her breathlessly in my mind

As she naps I watch her
I see her face filled with a life story
I see myself, my brother, my father
I see our education and money within every line on her face

My heart begins to burn
Then my eyes fill with tears

I lean down to kiss her warn cheek
I realize love is not only expressed in a hug
This is our own way of love
Our special way
I love you Mom...

-Katelyn


The Blackboard Henry Lee

Large, green, and rectangular
Chalks and brushes lie underneath
Ancient scratch marks still remain
Soft tapping from distant classrooms
Distant drones of teachers voices
Conjures up ancient memories
As I stand facing towards it
Forgotten recollections
Of my long ago childhood
Start slowly drifting back
Large , green, and rectangular
It is
The blackboard
Left here to lie forgotten
In this abandoned schoolyard

-Henry Lee, U-Hill

Hljödhr Zar'oc

The silent misery
He sits alone, staring at the stars
Wishing he was someone he can never be
To be near her, the girl of his dreams
He feels not jealousy, but sadness
For what he knows can never happen
But can only be dreamed about…

Kenneth Lim, Uhill

My Journey

I started a journey
A while ago;
It started simply
All the while slow.

In the beginning
The path was cleared.
To venture forward
I never feared.

Hour by hour
Day by day
The years went by.
"Come what come may."

But then I found
A branch in the road.
I thought and pondered;
My progress slowed.

Then the way
Became dark and dim.
I stumbled and fell;
My success was slim.

Then I saw
Along the way
A candle glowing
Night was day.

My mind cleared
My fright was hollow.
The dreams I held
Were mine to follow.

Sight restored
Logic unfrozen
I now follow
The path I've chosen.

David Henkelman, UHill

The laughing hyena

The laughing hyena
Sits in the corner alone
He will laugh no moreI
t¡¯s like he¡¯s turned to stone
The spectators angry
Only one looks sad
He feels its pain
For the life it never had

-Kenneth Lim, UHill

Perfection

I looked into the mirror today...
there was a crack in the reflection
I thought it was the mirror
But it was my own perfection...
Never I thought I would fall in love so soon
again the way I did
Never I thought I would laugh the way
I used to as a kid
I never realliy liked my smile
But, you helped my like it like you do~
Never I thought I would find love again
But then...I found you =]

I always want to be there
when you smile and shed a tear
I don't keep many things in my heart
But you I hold so dear~
You go through my mind all day...
But stays forever in my heart
All of the emotions that I felt
would keep me happy all the while
Makes its way to what I say
I love this guy - With eyes so kind
So I bid you please
Don't leave me behind. . .

Catherine Hou, UHill

Honger Boi
Long black hair - style of a movie star,
contrasts against such a simple red shirt
A high-tech cell adn that cool sway when you walk
surely makes you stand out all above the rest
A Super-Honger B-Ball Boy

A bouncy personality
a sweet look and a
warm inviting smile - Makes you happy
flashes my way...
can't help but stare...and smile back =]

In a breath, all is gone
pulled away and down the hill
easy come easy go - makes me laugh
Looking back ; hope to see you one last time...
A shinmy new silver mercedes.

Catherine Hou, UHill

One Night's Magic

Here I am again, waiting for your smile
come with me in the twilight of tonight
Take my hand and follow me for a while...
and I'll tell you a tale of pure virgin white.

so open you mind and I'll start my spell,
I'll take you to place where you'll be free.
Lands of fantasy where the dragons dwell;
Rendezvous with the maids of the deep seas.

Fly in the sky with the seraphs of fame,
Visit the paradise of light and creeds
Or fall into the abyss of deep flames,
Just cut yourself to see how much it bleeds.

Bloodthirsty demons feed upon your pains,
However, nothing in this world sustains.

Catherine Hou, UHill

Flower Fire [ü£ûý]

An abandoned old beach I sat
On a neglected cold rock - sprayed with stardust.
The cool calming waters : swaying from side to side
brushed and hugs my toes.
Feels Nostalgic...

The clear seafoam waters tell of a story.
A goldfish of my love.
Springs to life and dances like the fireworks
of the night.
The Scent Of Summer Rain Surely Takes Me Back.

The life of a goldfish is shortas short
as a Summer's fling - almost bland
Yet this goldfish is enigmatic,
After all~ it takes after you
Memory Which I Will Never Forget.

For a moment there, I only wished for
your happiness.
But now the time's long past - and
my goldfish danced off with the strong chilling winds.
It's Sad To Part, But I won't Forget. . .

Not with the fireworks going BANG in the Sky.

Mustafar

On Mustafar
The boiling lava
The soft black sands
Eat away at the fallen one,
the chosen one
With flames so searing
You want to scream so loud
The whole universe trembles
But you can't, because
The fire's burned away your throat
The shadow approaches
You black out
The first dawn of light
In your universe brings you pain
The light always burns you, and
Always you will
Lie on black glass sand
Beside the lake of fire
While flames devour your flesh
You open your scorched pale eyes
But you can't see, not really as you used toS
ensors integrate light and shadow
Into a hideous simulacrum
Of the world around you
Or perhaps the simulacrum is perfect
And it¡s the world that is hideous...
You scream with your mechanical voice
And reach for power
To crush the shadow
Who has destroyed you
But
You are so much less than what you were
In the end you cannot touch the shadow
In the end you don't even want to
In the end the shadow is all you have left
Inside your furnace heart
You burn in your own flame.
As the volcanoes of Mustafar
Erupt around you
Bathing you in their furious light
You are lost in your own darkness
This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker, forever

Kenneth Lim, UHill

posted by dudeswithpens @ 1:03 p.m.