Cluttered can't even describe my closet.
I have what you need and more to spare
but as long as my notebook goes,
I've seem to have lost it somewhere.
I have a flesh-eatting pillow pet,
all green with blood and ooze.
Along with a mountain of teddy bears;
lopisided, colorful, and none I want to lose.
A basket full of tossed shoes,
like a salad or a lost-and found.
I don't even bother to pick it up
since all together its about 10 pounds.
12 belts I've collected
but I wear the same 3.
A panda scarf, bunny ears and a tail
NOT EVEN FOR ME!
47 shirts
BUT I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!
10 black shirts
but I need 20 more to spare!
A cotton candied dress fit for
a bejeweled cupcake queen
stuck between thick winter coats
and a shirt-like thing.
I grab what i need and go
but if this is just my closet
my room you WOULDN'T even want to know.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Favorite Lines Poem*
There’s no easy way to say this: I fell in love.
But I have promises to keep.
So let the sofa be mountains, the carpets be sea ,
There I’ll establish a city for me.
It’s now no wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out a love poem that you used to know by heart
But all they want to do
Is to go the many miles before I sleep.
You don’t think I suffer after I held my pain for so long?
But I have promises to keep.
So let the sofa be mountains, the carpets be sea ,
There I’ll establish a city for me.
It’s now no wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out a love poem that you used to know by heart
But all they want to do
Is to go the many miles before I sleep.
You don’t think I suffer after I held my pain for so long?
But I still have promises to keep…
-Jaliza Muniz*
Febuary 12, 2012 Poem of Day...
When
You talk about
Your wasted love,
You just increase
Your blind ignorance.
Love
Is never wasted.
Love
Can never be wasted,
For love is Infinity's Life.
-Sri Chinmoy
You talk about
Your wasted love,
You just increase
Your blind ignorance.
Love
Is never wasted.
Love
Can never be wasted,
For love is Infinity's Life.
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