Sunday, 6 April 2008

Long days

Again I've gone into what I call "super manga phase". Where I decide to read a manga, and get so hooked I can't stop.
I don't know all the jargon that goes with anime/manga or the slang or whatever. Actually, I pretty much know nothing. All I know is that some of the artwork is amazing, and that some of the stories are pretty good.
Right now I'm reading Naruto :) That kid is hilarious. And also an idiot but very cool nonetheless. Knowing me I'll be up until all hours of the night reading it online *sigh* oh well, its just like what a really good book does to me. Like when I read Lucky by Alice Sebold. I couldn't put it down, it was so absorbing.

No poetry today. Maybe tomorrow.

Saturday, 5 April 2008


If I say the words
They won't go the way I plan them to
they won't mean what I meant them to.
They will crumble like my quiet resolve

So I will write.

I will write about your eyes
their exquisite colour, and their beauty.
The blue green that is the
and measure
of a calm ocean. Maybe.

The blue on some days,
that seems like the sky
and whose flecks are golden clouds.
The sometimes-greyness
clear cut colour and radiance
like ice
But the gold, always the gold I will remember.

I wish your eyes saw me the way that I see you.
Smiling, inviting, full of humility.
Full of humour, of fun and freedom.

I see you as spirit, as happiness.

My perfect foil.
the gold on your head, in your eyes, in your skin.
The perfection.
Look my way again with your eyes,
and I will make you laugh.
And I will watch you glow like an angel should.
My gemstone.