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Halloween is Scarier with Sarah Palin in the House! October 21, 2008

Sarah Palin is scarier than all monsters of Halloween

Becoming the second in command, she is so keen

Sure, she calls Mc Cain the Maverick

But I’m telling you; it’s only a dirty trick

 

I was watching Saturday Night Live

With Tina Fey doing the Palin Drive

Sure I laugh and I cajole in stitches

But bet she is one of the dark witches

 

A journalist and a former beauty queen

Deep inside, she is just an old mean

Not knowing much about running things

Worse, on TV she does a thousand winks

 

I am a believer that women can rule

Yet Palin I am 100 percent unsure

I cannot see her ruling the country

With our economy in sh***y jeopardy

 

She reminds me of a pitbull with lipstick

With a dark black Republican candlestick

Casting spells by her annoying folksiness

With the press, she makes a pathetic mess

 

After Halloween comes election time

Please let us not put more grime

Palin is no sweet rose to behold

Warnings have often been foretold

 

If America makes another mistake

Everything and everyone will be at stake

We cannot afford another four years

Of worries and economic fears

 

Palin is a woman, which is a fact

Yet she lacks integrity that is intact

If Mc Cain croaks and goes six feet under

Palin will eventually be the next commander

 

Think about it once, twice no! a hundred

If she gets in the House, we are all dead

Halloween will always be selected

If Sarah Palin gets elected

 

Pixie Dust July 17, 2008

You were fun to be with
Flying away your worries
Always happy, carefree
In love
Peter

Then she came and flew
To Neverland, stole you
I was first
banished me
replaced

I hurt by your dismissal
My wings withered slowly
My heart broke
You’re mean
Dust

Hook gave comfort and compassion
Understood me, comforted me
Locations of you
I divulged
Revenge

I was tricked, silly me!
You are in danger
Peter Pan, run!
Listen now!
Boom!

Save the children from Hook
Even her I envy
My pixie dust
You need
Hero!

Now we are together again
I am extremely joyful
She’s back home
Who cares?
Jealousy?

I wonder if Hook is alive
That croc fancies him
Another hand bitten?
Poor Captain
Pity

We lay on a branch
I danced on your hand
I shake glitters
Light up!
Moon

Oh Peter, my Peter Pan
I belong to you
Just hold me
Am always
Tinkerbell

 

Puzzle Masks June 11, 2008

I have a collection of masks. It ranges from the unhappy, peculiar to the eternally perplexed. I don each mask for reasons of my own choosing. The fear of being mediocre terrorizes me thus I crave for spontaneity and the constant venturing into the unknown. That unknown is myself.

When I finished school. I though that I had a definition in this world. I was made to believe that my mask was transparent that I can convince others that they see the authentic being infront of them. Little did I know that I would just be passing, failing over and over again until I would eventually question myself, ‘Who am I?’ As my face changed so did my masks. I learned that I can never fully figure out who I am and that reading self- help books would not do either.

I am not miserable but I wail when I fail.
I am opinionated but admit I am also hypocritical.
I am independent but I am afraid of dying alone.
I am forgiving but I am not forgetful.
I am confident but I am also diffident
I am

..still the greatest puzzle I have yet to solve

 

Cry Me a Therapy April 1, 2008

Tears just dropped

I lost control again

My cheeks wet

And I have no one

Only the bed posts

See my anguish

My loss, self hate

Doubt smacks me

And I bawl over

No words of comfort

No arms to hold me

Rock me to sleep

Forget my loneliness

I need to be strong

They say I am

I often stand here

Ignored, silenced

I am still a child

Looking for kind words

Alone inside my shell

I felt my tears like silk

Curled up in bed

And wailed some more

Cried some more

Tears sputtering everywhere

Red eyes like the sunset

Unrolled myself

Sat up

Had my last sniff

Turned on the laptop

And browsed

And browsed

And browsed

Funny Videos

 

Only Happens in New York March 11, 2008

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 You called in the middle of watching TV

I answered with a childish glee

Hearing your voice filled my head

As I lay comfortably on my bed

How are you? Long time no hear

How long has it been, months? No years!

We chatted about our jobs, bills to pay

Decided we meet up one day

I must admit I was excited and glad

You were the first love I ever had

Maybe you know, maybe you don’t

Nevertheless I don’t keep notes

Oh my, of all places to be in

New York brought us for the win

Time stretched, yes we are sure

Bittersweet memories endure

I teased you incessantly

You replied, as always coolly

Do you recall this and that?

Or on the old bench we sat?

Of course, how can I forget?

Rain started pouring, made us wet

Laughing, we run for cover

Around me, your warmth hovered

Back to present times, we woke up

Reminiscing though good ,should stop

We live separate lives on different sides

Though a part of you thrives inside

I ended the call since it’s getting late

I don’t want your partner to wait

I bid you goodbye, good night

Getting a call from you was a delight

We’ll see each other when time permits

We should not rush nor dare insist

Before I hung up, you softly asked

Under the sun, roses that basked?

Yes, I muttered softly too

That was so sweet of you

How can I totally forget?

My young heart you did get

Though it was nice finding you again

Seeing you, I don’t know when

After all these years, our paths crossed

What I thought was forever lost

…has now been found

…and the petals fell on the ground