"zoro" poems
I am from no place for I have never had one home
Having packed too many suitcases and saying goodbye to just as many friends
I am from cheesy Italian pizza in Melbourne to the smoke of shisha in Arabia
From raw fish and coconuts in Fiji to Aunty's famous Kiwi pavlova
I am from the aroma of coffee being breathed in my face as a child
And from losing my breath chasing dad as he drove off to work
I am from long, quiet chats with mother by the ocean
To ferocious one-way conversations as she screamed from the sidelines
I am from a family choir whose desire for perfection spiralled me into years of silence
And the learning the guitar to compensate so I wouldn't feel like an outsider
I am from laughter and I am from mischief
From throwing the sister's cat out a two-story window to emulating the Mask of Zoro with steak knives in the kitchen
I am from hours of swimming laps and hours sprinting on the track
I am from the dewy, green grass of a rugby field upon whom I have many times laid writing in agony
My body has eleven scars from the surgeon's scalpel
And I am a survivor of divine heart surgery as I processed shattered dreams
I am now in pursuit of change everyday
Change to be more like Him who took my sins away
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
How do you write something
when everything's been said?
Do you use dictionaries and a thesaurus
to enhance a knackered vocabulary?
Do you use vivid imagery as
your words are oozing from your bitten
cracked lips?
Do you dip your Zoro brush in
a palette tray choosing your brightest color,
painting the keystrokes trying
to portray the smile that wont escape your memory?
Do you take out your trusty hammer and try
to nail the syllables together hoping they form a
craftsmanship valued by others?
Whatever the process, be diligent,
under the nails, the pages, or the pen
a beautiful beginning comes together then.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
I.
Whenever someone says "Zoro", I think of you.
Your holy smile, every tooth sings golden
like it's been washed with gospel-water.
Your arrow-lean body, that shoots
as wide as your smile does.
I think of your presence.
How it's all shadow-kissed and marveled
like the dust of a gypsy.
I think of your personality.
How at midnight it clicks from fish wire tight to limber lax.
No one knows it as well as I do.
II.
It is at midnight when I begin to shed.
Me, skinning off my thick gauze
my stories grating into hands .
I want you to see the Quasimodo in me,
how hunch-backed I am,
how your palms will peel until they're red
if you keep trying to string me into a human.
III.
I have deemed you my Esmeralda.
The one who sees what even I cannot see in me.
The one who believes that there is no monster.
Show me what you see in your hand of gypsy magic
trick me into believing your too good to be true words.
You have been there, every time I messed up,
every time I cried, every time I've been too frighten
to go to sleep, and too scared to leave my bed.
You are the only reason why I haven't been ****** sound.
I wish I could have the white-lighter heart you do.
IV.
I do not know what good deed I've done
to be blessed with your best friendship.
But, there is a scream in my bones
it tell me to give you something back
that is as magical as you are.
Maybe a phone charm,
it's as pure as understanding someone.
it's something that will always remind
you of what you saw in me.
V.
I know now that this is what friends are for.
They shoulder you when your knees
are too busted and done.
They see the pure in you until
you start seeing it yourself.
They are the lift in all of our smiles.
The ones who do not care how ******
their chests becomes from trying to hug you.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
JUST ME TOO
I WISH I COULD PROGRAM
MY EYES TO ONLY FOCUS ON YOU
I WISH I COULD CUT OFF
ALL MY HAIR AND LET
YOU TURN IT INTO A WEAVE
AS A SYMBOL OF MY LOVE
BUT..
I AM NOT THE MASK OF ZORO
BUT IF YOU PASS BEFORE ME
I WILL CHAIN MYSELF
TO A RAILWAY LINE
HOPE TO GET HIT
WAKE UP IN A 3RD WORLD
COUNTRY
MAKE LOVE TO YOU IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE
TO SEE IF IT FEELS THE SAME.
I AM NO TUPAC
I CAN'T WRITE SONGS
FOR YOU.
HECK I CAN'T EVEN WRITE
FOR MY "DEAR MAMA".
BUT I CAN GIVE YOU
SHAKESPEARE TYPE OF LOVE
NOT THE THOU THEE
BUT THE TRUST ME.
I AM NOT NEIL ARMSTRONG
I CAN'T SHOW YOU THE STARS
VENUS,NEPTUNE AND MARS.
BUT YOU CAN MAKE MY EYES
YOUR TELESCOPE
MY KISSES YOUR JET
THIS LOVE YOUR FUEL
AND MY HEART YOUR GALAXY .
I AM NO DEADPOOL
I MIGHT JUST DIE TODAY
SO LET'S TURN TIME
FROM AN ENTITY
TO A QUANTITY
SO MAYBE WE COULD
GET ADDICTED AND BUY
2KGs everyday.
I AM NO TARZAN
BUT IF WE HAVE A DAUGHTER
I WILL NAME HER LIRA
SO AT HER BASKETBALL GAMES
I CAN SHOUT "GORILLA "
I AM NO JESUS CHRIST
I CAN'T TURN WATER
INTO WINE
BUT I CAN TURN
YOU INTO MINE.
I an no teletubby
I don't even know the
Alphabet
I only know M.E loves you
I AM NO ALBERT EINSTEIN
I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE COLOUR
OF OXYGEN
I JUST KNOW YOU BREATHE
IT INTO ME
AND IF AIR IS LIFE
THE YOU BREATHE LIFE
INTO ME.
I AM NOT A FAN OF SCIENTOLOGY
I JUST HAVE TO TESTIFY
HOW ACIDIC YOUR LOVE
IS THAT MY CHEEK
LITMUS PAPER TURNS RED
EVERYTIME I SEE YOU
AND YOU CORRODE MY BRAIN
WITH A SIDE DISH OF HOW
NUMB MY FACE GETS
AND A LIGHT DESSERT OF
HOW YOU UNSCRE EVERY HINGE IN
MY BODY.
LifeofTsuchi
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC