Poetry, Various Authors
Jun 12, 2010
From: The kNOw
It is a portal to the outside world.
It is a portal into the past.
Past, Present, people, man, God, animals.
It does not choose its representation.
It cannot choose.
A storm comes.
The rain pours.
The droplets dry.
Ugly little streaks of gray color the thin, beautiful object.
Birds, rain, figures, pictures, children.
Children running, playing, jumping, having fun.
I sit down on the couch.
They are so close but I cannot touch them.
It is not a portal,
It is but a painting.
I envy its pictures.
Sun, clouds, beauty. I hate it.
A rock flies, crack!
-Yee Leng, 17
It gets cleaned, so off in the distance or
even close up it glistens.
Clear with its rectangular, circular, or
sometimes hexigonal shape
fitting in a room to look out of.
No excitement where you’re at, just step up to it.
All sorts of colors out there,
fresh air, people, and moving objects.
You can see this even if you live in the projects.
Watching, as people pass by.
People I know
I scream. to be heard.
Can’t be heard.
As time goes.
When I’m not sneaky,
People can look straight at me.
Peeking, if they’re still staring.
As the curtains are drawn
I slowly open my eyes.
I lift my covers and
The rays of the sun
Warm the skin of my
Body. It is a new day.
Thinking to myself.
Walking closer, an
Opportunity is seen,
The world is seen, I
Can see right through it.
It gives me motivation
To look forward into
The wild instead of
Staying locked up inside.
Two big birds fly passed my eyes.
Untouchable to me on this other side.
Inside a viewable lie.
Outside, a perfect disguise, of something that is the same.
This side makes me realize,
How trapped I feel.
So tempting to go to the other side,
To something so unreal.
This false reality a beautiful dangerous place,
Like a person who puts on a false face.
I’m writing from the inside,
Walking now to the outside, as I say, welcome
To the other side.
I see the big birds now in my reach, but they
Fly away from my grasp.
I should have stayed on the inside. I think I was
Closer to them than before, but now it is a
Closeness that does not last.
A pathway that reveals opportunity
Held in by metallic borders
A glimmer, a shimmer, and a shine
I see myself and everything else
A way out, but here,
There’s no way in
Be careful not to touch its fragile
It was sand some time ago
If you look far enough in the distance
Maybe you can see where it once was
In the foreground, there are things you can’t reach
Liquid amber, pine, palm, and cypress
Peeking over rooftops
There’s a way out, but
There’s no way in
This delicate prison –
Only loves by embracing the sky, for miles and miles
Encasing the clouds,
And embracing time
In an effortless still
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