eight headed poems
Sep 15 '02 (Updated Jan 11 '04)
The Bottom Line Some interesting pieces, that I wrote as a reaction to another poem, that (to be honest) I don't even remember today - thanks Epinions for adding these categories!
The Moon
The moon hangs high in lonesome solitude.
Its brightness a reflection of something else.
Your brightness or its brightness, what
does it mean? In the silence your heart shatters
like a fallen mirror.
(c) August, 1999, Steven H. Lee
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Summer Poem
once the sunlight fell
on my brow and i loathed
it so much that i flung
arrows of hate from my eyes and it
became enraged and beat down its wrath of
hate on me so hot that
the plants and people around me
started to die and i started to shrivel up
inside as all my hate and greed and evil thoughts
quickly diminished due to a sudden lack
of water and then breath
(c) September, 1999, Steven H. Lee
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Untitled No. 5
thought
whisper
want
someone wanted you there
but it wasn't me
not anymore
steaming consciousness
extended beyond
thought
(c) June, 2000, Steven H. Lee
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Untitled No. 6
unaccustomed recognition
washes wounded lovers
(c) June, 2000, Steven H. Lee
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Untitled No. 7
unaccustomed silence
completely promises
healing desire.
(c) June, 2000, Steven H. Lee
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Untitled No. 8
Office space and long empty corridors.
Fluorescence humming from
the ceiling and the soft sound
of some news radio echoes out
from some empty cubicle.
With scraps of unwanted paper
littering the floor,
I leave this place once more.
I leave this place for the last time.
(c) June, 2000, Steven H. Lee
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Untitled No. 9
Everyday my eyes open to the sight of dawn coming in through my window and my eyes sting like the memories that are embedded deep in the recesses of my mind.
Memories that fly across the synapses like lightening.
And the thunderstorm just won't stop as I remember the warmth of your tongue lapping against mine as we'd kiss on those hot Vancouver nights during the summer of '98.
And the passions still burn deep in my chest, rotting my soul as my eyes turn red from the tears that stain my face as I watch you fall in love with somebody else.
(c) July, 2000, Steven H. Lee
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Untitled No. 10
Desperation with deepened voices screaming.
Fevers rampant.
Makes you Crazy and tired and Crazy again.
Everything is not alright.
Running nowhere and everywhere at once.
the shadows dancing in the light with
desperation and deepened voices scratched,
frayed and dying from all the screaming.
(c) July, 2000, Steven H. Lee
what the darkness doesn't know...
You like me, don't you?
Exponential Silences
aspiration lost
i want you to describe
An Original Motion Picture Soundtrack
reflections (3 poems)
Untitled No. 1, 2 & 3
Sara
the circus is coming to town
unacustomed emotional decay
memory fragments puzzles and more
eight headed poems
Last Night
warm wind
a new beginning
i just wanted to let you know
sympathetic memory
Untitled No. 13
Untilted No. 14 & 15
just let
two one two and four
fists pound the air
drunk stumble and lag
love lust music
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