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 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
Stephan
The curtains closed
and the stage became a cavern
Darkness hid jagged edges
with burned out spotlights
While exit doors
were neither right or left
and only the faint applause
of the audience
in the theater next door
reminded him,
how alone
he really was
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
Emily
Nature
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
Emily
Humans in essence are nature.
I am the selfish squirrel gathering all the nuts for himself, out of sight from the others.
I am the tiny ant who spies a crumb across the room and knows it will be worthwhile if he can reach it.
I am the spider, building a web reminding myself of patience, and that quality takes time.
I am the lion feeling brave and courageous as I keep on treading and trying to feel in control of my life.
I am the fly that lands and sits alone in a busy room, just watching and observing all the commotion.
I am the inch worm, who is very slowly journeying his way everywhere.
Humans are a work in progress.
Be selfish like the squirrel when you need to care for yourself and make things happen.
Be strategic like the ant and make strenuous goals.
Be patient like the spider, allow yourself time.
Be confident like the lion, face things head on.
Be reserved like the fly, sit back and allow yourself to see the whole picture.
Be determined like the inch worm and enjoy the journey.
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
A Lopez
My mind is a
kaleidoscope of
Worries and hopes
In different colors
Various scopes-
All not seen by
The ordinary,
Openly now free,
To the load I once
Carried.
Days I spent are melting away
Waiting for more to decay.

I worry about the decisions I make.
They change my life and change my fate.

Decisions are hard to take.
Decisions are hard to make.

What will the future bring?
What will the future hold?

Do you think my life will be lavish?
My life set in gold.

My life set away.
My life set to go.

My life one day to stay.
A life one day I'll know.

Life will stay forever.
If we can stay together.

Life disappearing.
Life on vacation.

My life's end is nearing.
My life has complications.
Be my siren.
Give me another chance.
Kiss me now,
My emotions will enhance.

I feel broken
Without your presence.
My heart is weighing more.
I need you, not silence.

You equals me.
Me equals you.
My soul pauses
Just to think of you.

This life is wasted,
Just like the others too.
Come, be my siren.
I will always, always be with you.
In Greek mythology, Sirens were dangerous yet beautiful creatures, who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island.
Lament: A passionate expression of grief or sorrow.

I wrote this poem inspired by a recent come by of a web comic (LINE WebToon) by the title ‘Siren’s Lament’, exquisitely created and illustrated by Mingso (Miso aka InstantMisoSoup) accompanied by beautiful background music by Kenny (KennyComics). I was very touched by the illustrations that portrayed the heartbreaking one-sided love story between two friends. The saying,”It’s hard to admit when you have fallen in love with someone who can’t be yours.” is pretty much the best way to describe the sentiment behind this comic story as I’ve read it so far. Not to mention how Kenny’s simple piano music to accompany this beautiful and strong emotion reaches my heart and settles deep within my very marrow. I dedicate this poem to Mingso and Kenny for capturing my mind with your talent and art, my new friend Anushri Praveen for introducing me to the comic ‘Siren’s Lament’ and for getting me to start reading something again, and my best friend Sutha Bala for being supportive, encouraging and for believing in me.
 Apr 2016 Samuel Hesed
Miss Honey
I’ll whisper flowers in your ear
leaves to your palm and petaled pockets
latin and ancient
and walk away when you look back
you need not know more than what speaks to my heart
the rain is coming

it is hot     & wet
& ten o’clock
when you turn up
in a black
cab
a red
hibiscus
in your hair

it is hot     & wet
& ten o’clock
when we talk
on the roof
in a high
bombardment
of positive ions
it is hot     & wet

& ten o’clock
when the last
hopeful swoop
of a  fruit bat
finds a limb & is still
so some
thing will
happen    it will

the rain is coming
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