November 2011
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the park
Sun in your face and mine and the trees behind. We sit and we feel the breeze greet us many times. The swings and the slide lie vacant to our eyes. The sand, warm to the touch is peacefully settled while the birds flutter, restless in the light. The bench, Our bench waits for us. Like the moon waits for a gaze. We are alone. It is a treasure, for time is momentarily slow and the world is ours to...
October 2011
3 posts
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now
The saxophone begs
and hypnotizes.
It’s deliberate,
doesn’t waver,
and traces
your skin
with water.
It’s cunning
and seizes
your body
slowly.
You’re gone.
On the floor,
you crave
for more.
It teases you
as you try
to savour
it.
-HC
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going
I think I know where I’m going.
And sometimes I don’t.
Do I need to know?
Will it help me
if I know where I am going?
If it’s a long one
or a short journey?
Does the palm really reveal such ordeals?
I tried looking,
but I’m no reader.
Does it lie?
Do they lie?
How do they know
they know?
-HC
4 tags
king of nowhere
I sit alone on my throne.
The birds don’t sing for me.
They sit outside,
away from sight.
Where else would they be?
The floor creaks when I walk by the empty rooms.
Here, only dust flies
when I make the slightest move.
And time, I guess.
It sits with me while I stare blankly ahead.
A confession (I confess): I’m no poet.
I don’t dream with colours.
I don’t know...
September 2011
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silent mess
I live not in the present tense,
but I tend to think I do.
I die everyday when the sun goes down,
and awake even bitter to the sounds.
Control I can’t
Forget I can’t
I’m stuck
for I don’t know how to see.
I don’t know where to commit,
how,
and why I should.
I’m breathing
but it’s coming out a sham.
-HC
July 2011
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girlnotwoman
He says,
Girl get me my dinner.
He says,
Girl cut your hair.
He says,
Girl you can’t wear that.
He says,
Girl you’re out of line.
He says,
Girl you better listen.
He says,
Girl you’re no woman yet.
You can’t make decisions.
-HC
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i want
Time to freeze and time to hold.
The clock hangs high and chimes too loud.
To want and want is a slow disease.
It eats
and grows
and clouds my soul.
Inside,
I fear
myself and the truth.
I fear I’ll lose what makes you stay.
I want—
all I do is want and want.
To show you,
to tell you:
my clock is locked with yours.
-HC
June 2011
2 posts
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you
I tie myself to you.
Your wounds,
your dreams,
your words
pour like batter
onto me.
The shape is lost,
we left it at the park.
We’re inadequate.
We’re impossible,
they whisper.
We’re optimistic.
I like the picture we paint.
You draw with your eyes.
They touch my lips
when we say goodbye.
-HC
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i fear
When fear takes over,
it wins.
I lie
to fool
myself.
That’s how I bend.
Oh, to mend—
the question is how.
-HC
May 2011
4 posts
1 tag
avoiding sleep
I sit on my chair and drop my head back. I look up at the ceiling because what else can I look at?
I hear the birds— they’re insistent with their indistinguishable song.
I look at myself and I wonder what’s wrong. I look in different directions, different angles, and outside the same window. The view doesn’t change.
The blue, purple, pink, and orange look beautiful. I...
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words and declarations
You’re mine
I’ll say
if I want to sound possessive.
I’m yours
you’ll say
if you want to come off defeated.
These words,
these declarations
we’ll say when we’re oblivious
to the true meaning behind them.
-HC
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pause
We pause in the light
and look at each other.
A barrier lies between us.
It’s ours,
but we haven’t claimed it.
Our souls are rounding the carousel,
while we’re roaming lost in the depths of others.
We’re breathing the smoke of the unwanted.
We’re devoted to the music of distraction.
-HC
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the mirror
The mirror,
it stares back.
Her eyes are rimmed red.
She looks unsatisfied.
She feels betrayed.
She tries to cry the hurt out.
It’s stuck.
She’s stuck.
Her hands wipe the hurt away.
She blames her hands.
She blames her eyes,
her silence,
the figures,
her surroundings.
She stares and she eases the truth out
while the mirror stares back.
It’s a questionable truth,
...
April 2011
2 posts
1 tag
before
I didn’t know you before.
I might have known your name, said it a couple times, and swished it around my head, but I didn’t know you.
We passed each other in the hallways. Maybe smiled at each other too.
I smiled a lot those days.
How do we know?
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distraught
The noise,
It drowns.
It’s loud,
It’s spiked.
I can’t
Hit right.
I feel
Displaced,
It must be
A mistake.
This space
Is tight.
I might
End up
Inside
My
Own rut.
-HC
March 2011
6 posts
4 tags
sleep dons a mask,
while i am in bed.
It tricks me
and lies
that I’ll see you ahead.
Misguiding me, always—
it is what it is,
a destination I must clock in.
For the hands never run,
and neither do they stop.
Time bides its time,
and so will I.
-HC
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i'm sorry
Do you believe me when I say these words?
When I realize the stupidity and shenanigans
you catch in my lay of damage?
I don’t quite know why,
or at least yet,
why.
I’m sad.
I’m ashamed.
I don’t have a way with my words
the way I wish I do; I feel naked before your eyes.
I feel tumultuous in my own skin,
beyond repair, beyond repeat.
Beyond my latest defeat.
If...
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trouble
Paranoia runs through my veins
like a disease hidden in vain.
I breathe in only to spite the pain.
Their gain is my temporary blanket,
which only expresses their main mercenary flame.
Expressing my list would be mundane—
you’d rather pass it on your peripheral journey.
Spare the world the extra grief.
Spare ignorance, agonies, and silent inequity.
To spare what I want is to...
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City and Colour - Cowgirl in the Sand
(covering...
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words that i have heard too many times today:
wonky and hodge-podge.
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lullaby
You sing to me with your eyes.
It’s a lullaby,
but not quite.
The need to stay awake
overpowers.
To stay with you,
sing with you—
just the nearness of you.
It’s the tranquility
as much as the thrill you instill in me.
It’s not magic— it’s you.
It’s your eyes that shine when the sun swings by,
your eyes that whisper hope into mine.
I listen to...
February 2011
10 posts
1 tag
goodnight
I wish I was saying it to you in person. We’re too far away from each other.
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promises
He tickles her with his wit and flowers
that he buys from the nearest corner store.
The bundle of daisies he picks, cowers
from the boastful breeze of the unlit shore.
Precious moments endear her heart to him
the way a magnet brings in paperclips.
She begs him not to hide behind the grim
bottle of loose wickedness brought to lips.
The sound is loud and unforgivable.
Her face stings with...
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everything
We dance,
even though we don’t really dance.
In crowded streets, halls, never ending walks.
It’s a languorous movement.
We smile with eyes.
The spotlight misses us—
we’re prey to it.
It chases us.
We’re dancing on their sidewalk.
There’s no hurry.
-HC
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“I don’t care what the whisperers say, ‘cause they whisper too loud...”
– Eliza Doolittle
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sweet baby
Hush sweet baby,
don’t you start.
You cry and only hurt yourself.
Those tears, they burden you.
You’re floating far away—
Stay.
Let’s see that winning smile—
that sunshine smile.
You don’t need this pain or any other kind.
You’re free,
don’t you see?
-HC
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night
I wait for you like I wait for sleep.
It’s quiet and I lie here in vain.
I’m restless.
No one moves closer
and sings me goodnight.
I whisper to the dark—
you’re not there.
I close my eyes and nothing happens.
I wait for sleep like I wait for you.
-HC
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traffic
Time
Rotates
Around
Forever
Finitely,
Idly,
Costly.
-HC
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thank you Sun
Sometimes my world is shiny,
sometimes it rains,
and then the sun stops hiding.
I like when the sun smiles, so I can bask in its warmth.
I feel like a flower—
blooming, growing, smiling.
Thank you for staying and bringing life to my senses.
-HC
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what i love about my sister-
She’s a clown. I can count on her to make me laugh— whatever the time, place, monstrosity, catastrophe, velocity— you get the drift.
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i respect you
you have boundaries— sometimes i cross them, sometimes i try not to. I’ll try to keep my promise this time and listen. Because I love you and respect you.
And I’m capable of keeping my word!
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heart's ache
How many times I think of you in a day: countless. How long it takes for me to finally get some sleep: an hour, sometimes more. Why: I don’t know. If I could solve it: I would. You’re a puzzle sometimes, and you’re hard to figure out. I wish I knew the right things to say so I could unravel you, unravel the whole truth and more. You leave me stunned, unfinished, and cold. I wish you’d stay...
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“It’s hard to recall the taste of Summer; when everywhere around, the chill...”
– Corinne Bailey Rae