Pumice
Pumice
A strange item
One of the world's most peculiar objects
It bursts out of a volcano
A rock
That floats
How strange
November 2, 2002
Turnip
A shade of purple
Is it purple?
Or red?
Starts out as round
Then quickly ends
In a point
Its leaves are longer than it
How strange
It is a weird thing indeed
The name is even odd
Where did they find it?
For who could name a turnip?
November 2, 2002
A Candle's Flame
A strike of a match
And it is born
Small
At first
Then it grows
Taller
And taller still
Reaching its fingers
Skyward
It rests on a single piece of string
Losing its balance slightly
With the smallest gusts
The string itself
Is in a pool of hot wax
Exceeding the limit
Its container can hold
Dripping
So slowly
Down the edges
But this is okay with it
Because nothing can make it fall
Its only fear:
A single breath
Air keeps it alive
Yet kills it
How strange
An enemy behind enemy lines
A traitor
But yet, the small child thinks
Its better to have that
Than to have enemies
And no friends
He thinks this
And then is gone
A mere puff of smoke
Hanging above his perch
November 10, 2002
Falling Leaves
Isn't it funny?
How the leaves are red
Orange and yellow
On the trees
Then they wither
And die
Turning brown
On the ground
You can say goodbye to the grass
Until spring
You can walk on a sea
And not drown
Isn't it funny?
That the leaves fall
At their own time
And yet you expect them to come
November 17, 2002
A Blank Page
Please explain to me
Why I did this
I skipped this page
Like I would a stone
No looking back
Just instinct
Throw, dispose of,
Turn away
I'm sorry
I really am
I didn't mean to
I didn't even know!
I'll never do it again
I promise
Everything I am
That I know
November 17, 2002
Lunch In A Cafeteria
They resemble
A pack of ravinous wolves
Feasting
Like there was no more food for them
I sit alone
Quietly eating
While the noise
Circulates around me
I try to talk
But no one will listen
They can't, no
Won't understand
When we are finished
The pushing and shoving
That commences
Makes me want to disappear
November 22, 2002
Fighting Sleep
Sleep is pulling me down
I'm weighing my chances
Staying awake
The longer my eyes are open
The hardest sleep will finally hit
When it comes
My time is dwindling away
Just like the sands in an hourglass
Which reminds me...
The Sandman is coming soon
Coming to put me in slumber
He's coming through the window now
Can anyone blame me?
I'm sitting, trying to stay awake
IN ALGEBRA!
November 22, 2002
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