Here Stranger Here
Looks like you’re swinging the front door
Making the little door bells swing
Looks like you’re looking
For whoever inside
So I’ll hide
Here stranger here
On my bed under the bedsheet
I’m hiding like a mouse in danger
But my heart is waiting like a lover
Add comment November 23, 2008
Mea
Tags: poems, poetry, relationships, shy girl
Was Listening To Seattle
Was listening to Seattle when trees were running
Taking away the wind southward, where the ocean lays
Some birds (or maybe dogs?) singing in the darkness
In the kind of darkness where spirits smile
I saw a woman floating, glaring, drifting, closer
Who knows what she’s up to
So I closed my eyes; que sera, sera
And Seattle sang,
“la-la sidewalk ashes
and the perfumed kiss
you bla-bla-bla to intertwine’
… …
Curiousity pulled my eyes open, fear shut my mind
But the woman was nowhere around me
The trees had taken her, southward
Where the ocean lays, to play, perhaps, who knows
6 comments November 11, 2008
Mea
Tags: darkness, life, poem, poetic little story, poetry, spirits, the other side, writing
Sun Song
It’s foggy early morning
So sing!
Hold your cup coffee
Pour a little milk
Add sugar
And ding-ding-ding
Dance with the spoon
This earth’s still spinning ’round
So ding! Sing!
Hold your breath
A golden sun is coming
6 comments November 10, 2008
Mea
Tags: happiness, joy, life, poem, poetry
Elmo
I met Elmo on my way down
Browsing the channels
Looking for nothing
When I was a kid he looked so cute
Waaay cuter than I was
Then I grew a little older
He’s no cuter than my boys
(They called me angel
They told me my lips are rosebuds
Crossbred with a snail
Said I was one in a million,
“The million that has eleven zeros’)
So I forgot about Elmo
I even once denied him
Told my friends I loved Boyzone
A big fan of Steven Gately
I wouldn’t turn the TV for Elmo
“I’m a big girl, fourteen and a few months’
When accidentally caught up with him
I yelled you red sucker
Now I’m seventeen
With a face so fertile for acnes to grow
Boys don’t call me angel anymore
(They had turned to other girls
Whose face was clean as my grannie’s glasses
I saw them grabbed their boobs
…another thing that I don’t quite have)
My weekends end as if they never begin
Reminds me of my late fat aunt
How she would tell me to prepare
To die as a spinster
Who on earth wants to die a spinster
Even the most ugly feminist woman doesn’t
Such a thought such a horrible thought
So I turned on my TV
There I met Elmo again
He was screaming frantically
Reminded me of my sins
How I denied him
Then I broke down and cried
I screamed “Elmo! Elmo!’ but he couldn’t listen
I forgot that he never had ears
I reached out to him but he didn’t notice
Now even Elmo doesn’t want me anymore
Add comment November 10, 2008
Mea
Tags: children, Elmo, kids, life, love, poem, poetry, relationship, Sesame Street, teen life
I Wonder If
I wonder if the walls ever feel like sleeping
If the roads ever feel like getting up
I wonder if the trees ever feel like strolling down
Maybe on some sleeping walls
I don’t know what you think
But I think they should have been tired for so long
They must have been wishing they were something else
Since day five of being here
If I were an architect
I would enable them to do as they please
If I were a Supergirl
I would pull them off the ground
But you wouldn’t like it
And would hate me
For sleeping walls and standing roads
And curse me for making trees walk on your walls
I wonder if you could spare a room
There are concretes out there that needs a rest
I wonder if you know how it’s like
Having your legs burried under ground
9 comments November 9, 2008
Mea
Tags: environment, fun, human, if the walls could sleep and the trees could walk, life, poem, poetry, racing mind, words