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 Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:58 pm
These are all my poems that I've written. The time span is a few years. Two and a half I think. Some are posted other places on the net while some are one's I haven't posted before. If you want to use one please ask me. I'll most likely say yes. Thanks.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:00 pm
Then and Now If you take a walk around Tokyo U
You would see a woman with dark red hair
That curls down her back of silk,
Frills and lace are put nicely around her
She is sitting under a tree to keep her skin pale
On nice days, like today, she has a notebook open
A camera sits next to her, ready for use at any moment
Just two years ago this young woman wasn’t here
She lived in the cold of a city in the US
She wore jeans and a short-sleeved shirt
Nothing like what she wears now
Ideas came out of her head faster then she could write
That still hasn’t changed from then to now
At just a little after one you can follow her
She’ll walk a lane of cherry blossoms
And come to a busy street full of shops that are always open
She’ll cross the street when the light is green
And go into a little bookstore, crushed between two big clothing stores
The bell rings as the door opens and a little more sun spills in
Dust floats through the air, some landing on the stacks of books
Piles of books remind her of her home, where her house was almost a store
And right in the morning, as the sun is just rising, dust floats through
She’ll wake up and grab a book from her pile to read
That is something she does here now, too
Her gothic lolita look fits right in with the dimly lit room
She sits behind the counter and starts to read as she waits
When the bell rings she looks up from the book and smiles
How are you today, she’ll ask the girl who comes in
The two will talk for a little while before she hands the girl a book
The girl leaves and she’ll go back to her book.
She had always wanted to work in a bookstore like this
She use to pretend all her books would be in the store
She would play the buyer and the seller
Now she doesn’t have to pretend
At the end of the day she walks out of the store
And locks it up for the night, the street as busy as before
She walks back down the lane of sakura trees
Past the tree she sit under for lunch
To a little subway station, heading for home
Home, her apartment, with her name in kanji
Elspeth Lee
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:04 pm
You've gone and died
I mourn you everyday.
Oh no. You’re still alive.
And yes I might still cross your mind
Every once and again
I might stray into your sight
But you have died.
Yes you have died to me.
You see, I’m still sitting
In the little sandbox,
Waiting for you to come back to me
But you have grown up
Leaving me behind
So far behind you
I can remember those days
It comes to me so clear
But for you they are all so foggy.
Why is it so?
Why have you gone and died on me?
Yes you have died to me.
You see, I’m still sitting
In the little sandbox,
Waiting for you to come back to me
But you have grown up
Leaving me behind
So far behind you
Yeah, you’ve gone and died
Leaving me so far away,
To sit in the cold, frozen and alone
Forever, until you come back for me. (Note: This is something I wrote for a friend and it's not from my point of veiw but hers. She once told me that I had started out ahead of her and even if sometimes I act younger then my age the fact that I didn't let anyone change me made me older then her. Because I wasn't scared to show the world who I am.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:07 pm
Eyes of a China Doll
Eyes of a china doll stare at you
Brown, gray, green, all in one gaze
Broken and so cold
When warmth once flooded them
Do you know why her eyes have turned?
Cause she’s broken on the inside
Her glass heart is no longer where it should be
Now it is on the floor of her,
In a million little pieces.
Do you know why her heart was glass?
Because she fell in love with someone.
You.
She fell so hard for someone like you
Someone who could never love her back
So now her heart is shattered and can’t be picked up.
Do you know why it can’t be?
Because she can’t love anyone but you.
She can’t figure out how to get over you.
If you looked in the eyes of a china doll
You would see them looking back
Hollow, broken, cold, and lonely
That’s the eyes of a china doll.
Yeah, that’s the eyes of a china doll
When she looks at you, maybe for
The last time forever.
Just look in these eyes of a china doll.
(Note:This is a mix of third and first person. I'm telling it as an onlooker even though I'm the china doll. I watch it as though I'm not myself.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:09 pm
China Doll
She thinks she is a china doll
She thinks she is breakable
So she built a glass wall to hide behind
She thinks she is safe,
Just letting the world look at her
But no matter what
She always fear the one who will
Break down her glass walls
And pull her from her case.
No longer for the world too see
Just for them alone
She thinks she is a china doll
As breakable as can be
So she hides in a glass case
Fearing the day someone
Will show her she’s not a china doll
And she must hand her heart to them.
A china doll, all alone
Waiting, scared, for someone to pick her up. (Note: This one is a first person poem. THough I never say it in here I want to be the person that breaks down her walls and saves her from herself.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:11 pm
Love for you
Can’t you see my love for you?
It’s slowly killing me inside.
I’m running out of room
And time.
Just looking to let you know
All my feelings inside are yours
I’m full of love and it’s only for you
Yes, just you.
Hurry before I can’t take the pain
Of seeing you with someone else.
This cold love is killing me inside
And out.
(Note: I wrote this during a really rough time with one of my best friends that I just happen to love.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:14 pm
First road Second
You’ve got two roads to pick from
The one of love and hope
Or hate and pain.
I call to you from the first
But still you turn towards
The second
Why do you wish to go down that one
When I’m waiting right here for you
Along with hope I shall love you more then
Life it’s self.
So pick the first road and come on home to me
Don’t take the first road second
And leave me far behind you. (Note: This kinda did happen. We started High school and went our own ways. I waited -am still waiting- for her to turn around and come to me again.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:17 pm
She cries in the middle of the night
She cries in the middle of the night
No one to hear her broken sobs
All alone, broken inside and out
She cuts away skin, in hopes of love
Making blood bubble out of the wound
And spill over onto her brown skin
She wants to end it all forever
She can’t take the life she lives
She has given up and can’t find her way back
But if she listened she might hear my voice
Calling out her name, in hopes of finding her
And telling her how much I’ve missed her
That I love her and so does everyone else
If only as a friend
She can’t leave cause we’d all miss her
And I would cry, alone in the middle of the night
Without her there. (Note: Some of this is guess work on my part. But guess on what my friend told me herself. She's still alive but I was so scared and I worte this to show her she wasn't alone in the world.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:20 pm
When Life isn't Fair
When life wasn’t fair to you
You stayed strong,
Hoping you could get through
You didn’t turn to me, or anyone else
Tried to get through it on your own
When life wasn’t fair to you
You turned to knives,
And blood
You made scars that can be seen
Still to the day
When life wasn’t fair to you
You cried alone
And comforted me instead
You listened to my small problems
Small compared to yours anyways
When life wasn’t fair to you
You didn’t tell me
Or anyone else
Not even yourself
I watched but said nothing
But from no one
When life isn’t fair to you
Come to me and we shall talk
I’ll listen to you for once
And make you smile again. (Note: This one is sad in a way to me because life isn't fair at all and it's even less fair for my friend. She goes through a lot of hard times. I mean a lot.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:23 pm
Paint me like I am
Paint me like I am
With small breast and
Not so small waist
Paint me like I am
With eyes spun of earth
Paint me like I am
With hair spun of dirt
Paint me like I am
With scars that will never go away
Paint me like I am
In too big cloths of black
And hair messy from sleep
Paint me like I am
With full lips that aren’t for you
Paint me like I am
With skin tanned by the sun
Paint me like I am with freckles and bags
Paint me like I am with me snuggled in her hold
Paint me like I am
With tan skin and dark hair
Not who all those girls want me to be
Because I’m too big and not pretty
But if you paint me like I am
She’ll still say I am the best.
Above the rest and that she loves me (Note: Yes, this is me. No I am not with anyone. The last part was wishful thinking. Very wishful thinking.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:26 pm
Fire with no ashes
Fire with no ashes
Fire burning brightly in a girl’s eyes
Fire of fun and happiness
I used to be that fire in
A little girl’s eyes,
Used to burn bright
But then you came along
You ruined me
Put out my flame
Now I’m a
Fire with no ashes….
Got nothing left to hold into
No more reason to burn
Not even a little candle flame
Can I be anymore
You ruined me
Put out my flame
Now I’m a
Fire with no ashes….
Got no one left to burn for
You told all those girls they weren’t right
Told them they had to be thinner
Prettier and took away their dreams
You ruined me
Put out my flame
Now I’m a
Fire with no ashes
So you can’t start me up again
Now it’s your fault the little girl die
Feel me now as the flame dies from you
You and your harsh water.
(Note: I wrote this after getting picked on all day because of the way I looked. I hate how people are just like 'girls have to look like this or else they aren't ever going to have someone'. It's not true.)
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 3:29 pm
Black Roses
Black roses placed on the side of the road
While black tears make their way down
Can’t see past my tears of hate for what
I don’t have anymore, can’t get from anyone
Anyone, but you.
No silly red roses on a date, or white at the end
Just black roses to show my pain for that one
The one who got away, stayed away, ain’t never
Coming back to little me, or my little black tears.
‘Cause of them.
Send me five black roses to show your love for me
Sprinkle little drops of black colored water just for me
Hold them to you ‘til the 4th then send them to me somehow
If I get them that night I’ll know of your love for me
Love me, please.
Black roses wilt in my hold as I clutch them tight.
The only thing to tie me to you, or more to my hope
That you’ll still come and give me those roses full of hope
And say those words before it’s too late to save me again
Come save me.
Red roses
White roses
Clear tears
All these mean nothing to my black soul, my black heart, just black roses and tears
(Note: I was really really depressed when I wrote this but I liked how it turned out. I hope you did too.)
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 8:05 pm
OMG!!! Jin, YOU ARE SO INSPIRED! and you have the talent to back it up. the rhythm and flow of your poems make them a delight to read. i love how you take real experiences and transform them into art, and i like how you mix different POVs together. i especially love "paint me as i am." i love it! biggrin you give me inspiration. blaugh
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 9:27 am
Umm, wow, thanks. Really. I'm glad you liked them. That is one of my favs. These are my favs but the is one of my top favs.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 7:54 pm
I love your poetry! "Paint Me Like I Am" was my favorite.
ninja
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