SEM - Hello Poetry

SEM Nov 2011

****t

I don’t fall in love.
Its just one morning, I wake up,
And think, Oh ****,
I’m in love
****

SEM Nov 2011

chant

I looked at Ralph
and though
I am not myself
I have become a monster

but maybe I have not been myself for years
And I am just realizing who I am
And what I was missing

A wild child
leased upon the earth
laughing at scorn
behaving like a man
[in many manners of the word]
forgetting her etiquette
and loving every minute of it
you can only be young once
is her chant
you can only be young once

SEM Nov 2011

i am...

I am
meant
to be alone
with my thoughts
and letters
my paper
and pen
only

SEM Nov 2011

UNDERSTAND!

You criticize my choices
I know you do

well someone told me…
but it was not you
[but that is beside the point!]

You do not seem to understand
that my heart is not on my hand
nor on my sleeve
its not a matter of appearance
more a matter of heart
and trust.

and these things you do not seem to understand!

SEM Nov 2011

a name

Black and white as real as life
Defying what we know,
To say what we don’t
Spelling out every word
To define what we are.

Life is made up of little words
That make up a big picture,
Some only see the words
Others see the picture

I see the look upon your face
As though it says,
Love me now, love me dear
And don’t let go at any cost.

SEM Nov 2011

LOVE MAY ****

A Zealot Beauty,
Young Cat,
Xerxes Dolts,
Witting Earnestly the Very Ulterior Feelings,
Truly God Signs Her Rights Into
Quacksalver
Just Pretending Killing Omnipotence Leads New Money

The creature defined in my poem is a women, her aim is to **** the Persia king Xerxes. According to the history books Xerxes was actually murdered by Artabanus, the commander of the royal forces. So in my fictional story Artabanus employs the help of a female doctor to **** the king. Quacksalver is a term referring to someone who falsely claims to be a doctor; in this case it is the beautiful women.
If you notice the very odd form to my poem - the first word begins with an A and the 3 words begins with a B and so on. In the opposite fashion the second word begins with a Z, and the fourth with a Y and continues with every even word doing the alphabet backwards. The poem finally ends when the forward alphabet choice and the backward alphabet hit at M.

SEM Nov 2011

a sapling bent too far

I snapped
Not in the way you
   expected
Not with tears and
   emotions
But with irreverence for
   etiquette

Stealing a kiss from him
A touch from her (I've lost count now)
Till my heart is drained
And my head is in pain
Then I remember you, and
How I spiraled out of control
Looking out of this hole you started
At least I'm alive (down here)