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 MAZE
Here 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 Real
Watching 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
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