Sunday, May 23, 2010

See Jane Run

Well this didn't turn out how I expected
...I guess that's the whole point of the poem though, so it's alright.

I've actually only ever read one (or maybe only part of one) Dick and Jane book in my life, and that was about ten years ago. I don't have a clue where the idea came from, but it worked out alright. And no, it's really not that long, you'll notice it's a particularly fast read =P

See Jane Run
See Jane laugh
See Jane squeal
See the way new parents feel

See Jane play
See Jane run
See Jane having so much fun

See Jane learn
See Jane grow
See her learn things you don't know

See Jane's doll
See Jane's pup
See her eager to grow up

See Jane lose
See Jane fall
See Jane learn to miss the ball

See Jane love
See Jane live
See Jane learning to forgive

See Jane hurt
See Jane cry
See Jane start to question why

See Jane run
See Jane play
See Jane swear she'll run away

See Jane's grades
See Jane done
See that airplane and she's gone

See Jane work
See Jane's grown
See? She's just fine on her own

See Jane's heart?
See it break?
See it's not your load to take

See Jane's books
See, Jane's through
See she just now misses you

See Jane trip
See Jane stand
See she's not the girl you planned

See Jane try
See Jane aim
See your daughter all the same

See Jane run?
See Jane race!
See you've never kept that pace

See Jane fight
See Jane win
See she's proud of what's within

See Jane's mess
See Jane's shelf
See at least Jane knows herself

See you'll never
Understand...
Wait a minute—see Jane's hand

See Jane's eyes
See that curl
See you've no choice, Jane's your girl

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Dew

I guess this is partly inspired by the poem (love song, with two goldfish) by Grace Chua. That poem was on an IB test... inspiration comes in surprising place.

Dew
He's on the road
She, on the grass
She is dancing
He, running fast

The sun tiptoes
Into the sky
They're already up
Heaven knows why

She spins and spins
One leg in air
Fairy arms outstretched
Young skin so fair

He runs so quickly
Round the block
But if he were
To stop and walk

That girl could win him
With her grace
And he would run some more
Just to chase

That tulip skirt
Her scent of rose
For when she dances
Her spirit shows

And so she'll dance
A little more
And soon
She's what he's running for

The long, soft grass
Beneath their feet
And neither cares
To sleep or eat

Together for
One day
One night
When he wakes up
She's wearing white

His dreams turn into
Little drops
And for one moment
He finally stops

"I plan to live
My life for you
Do you for me?"
And she
"I dew"

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Right to Dream

If you think the title is a Five for Fighting reference, you are correct.

Right to Dream
They can take away our right to read
Or just burn all the books
Or force us to dress modestly
Or if not, see who looks
The rules can tell us not to print
Or state uncouth ideals
Or choose for us which coins to mint
Or even choose our meals
The church can excommunicate
The country set up jails
But one small thing, nor church nor state
Controls, it always fails

Beyond all speech and art and rule
Is all that you could be
Not what you are, or how in school,
But hypothetically,
All that you've got inside of you
Your mind, your heart, your soul
And all that you can dream of too
Those they can never toll

And yet with all our rights today
We've lost something it seems
Despite our opportunities
I sense a lack of dreams
We somehow think we're happiest
If rich, or quite well known
We claim not to care how we're dressed
But worry on our own
Something about society
Has taught us to restrain
Our dreams to what we think can't be
And life to something plain

It's funny how a dream goes on,
Just dancing through the trees
Ready to have a little fun
A product of the breeze
And yet we all insist that life
Is lived a certain way
You'll go through college, be a wife,
And things will be okay
But God forbid that you should think
Of something so extreme
As to your thoughts with actions link
And follow some great dream

Some will follow, some will lead
But neither calls to me
For I must combine thought and deed
To live completely free