Change Is Inevitable

Starting November 1st

Okay!  So, this is actually a regular post, not a poem!  Shocker, shocker!  The last time I did that was the first entry, or at least one this long.  :]

September didn't exactly go as planned, i.e. - I didn't really write poetry except for class; however, I want to restart my blogging!  So what I am going to do is this:  Start on November 1st.  I think that by that point, I will be finished most of my larger school projects.  Yay!~    :]

Unfortunately, I was going to try to write something every day, but in the end, schoolwork won out, which is okay too.  So cheers to the rest of the year and hopes that I will be able to keep up again!!

<3 always,


hammeh

King of the Snipers

Sometimes,
I find my poetry is weakening,
like those non-brand name paper towels,
when I watch commercials.

And other times,
I wish I wrote more prose.
But I know, for a fact I promise you,
that if I ever did, I would conceal it,
like those moths from the industrial
revolution.

I've been waiting a while,
thinking about the poetry
I have written,
and my style, or whether
or not I even have a style.

Sometimes, I think I have flair.
Most times, I think I have fallen.


~Hammeh

Impressionism

Between Art and Modesty,
lies a curved line of Temptation.

dark, starkness absorption of color
against depraved white

no chance for blending,
only paint on top of paint on top of paint

pieces on canvas,
so thick, it takes years to dry

a pin prick yields a world of color
and the greens and yellows,
reds and oranges, oriental blues of the
nineteenth century,
come springing forth

Born into Today.


~Hammeh

Illusions of Grandeur

When she talks about love,
like everyone has experienced it,
the fog lines my eyes,
and my lips slip shut.
I have no expertise
in this field,
and every opinion,
every fact,
every point
she makes,
I feel compelled to agree with.

One day, in November, I think,
fall would be a beautiful time to love,
I hope to learn and
return with my own opinions,
facts,
points
to make,
and teach her from my expertise.


~Hammeh

Swiss, Provolone, And Blue

This knife
                   is for cheese
  and pears,
        apples, and loose threads.

But when the night is dark,
         and white rain head-bangs on the sun light,
    my skin looks softer

than brie.


~Hammeh

A Sonnet Is Foolish

Watch as my teeth curl
and split against my lips,
the cracks of my tongue
and the yellow of my eyes.

These things are raw
and pretty and broken
for all to see.


~Hammeh

You Are Forbidden

I have seen the poem
that you hide in the corner
of your lips.

And the choice that you make
every night before dawn,
of whether or not
you will live and breathe and seize and die.


~Hammeh

The Truth Amidst The Pain

Is this blood red
or blue
or tea-stained?

Would it sting?  To feel
the warm tea, creamed and honeyed,
upon my wrists?

I long to know,
but never dare to find out.

Coward that I am,
I love my life.


~Hammeh