Poetry Corner

By Samuel Lee on Jan 22

Stabbing Skulls

There once was a man named Mull

Who wanted to stab his own skull

So he snatched a knife

Which he made with his wife

But turns out the knife’s pretty dull...

I Sit Here Alone...

I sit here alone

All by myself

Quite wonderful place to be.

A girl then comes near

And whispers in ear

“You don’t have to be here alone.”

I shake my small head

“No thanks,” I had said

And into the darkness she went.

I sit here alone

And look way beyond

A beautiful sunset to watch.

An angel flies by

And looks in my eye

“There’s many to be seen out there”

I look in their eyes

So pitiful yet dull

And shake my head no to reply.

I sit here alone

There’s no one who knows

How pity feels more than I,

When there comes a boy

So empty of joy

And decides to sit next to my spot.

I sit here with someone

The same struggles as I

And yet, it feels comforting

Together, let’s cry.

A Never-ending Summertime Daze

The sun kept on shining

No clouds to be seen

When both of us were at the swings

And there you had told me

“The summertimes hazy

I don’t really like this hot heat.”

That day, you got up

To pet that black cat

And scurry that black cat had done

You just tried to reach it

I thought none about it

Until that truck hit your frail body

It felt like a lie

The heat had created

I passed out while seeing her limp

I woke in a daze

August 15th again?

I saw that I’m back at the swings

I knew there’s no time

I grabbed your hand tight

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And took you to where there’s no danger

But then beams had fell

And split you in two

I still see the holes on your body

A mirage from the heat

It had to be, right?

Again I fell into a slumber

Woke once again

I’ll make it this time

I grabbed you and went to the rooftops

But course you had fell

With a smile on your face

And the thought of you never had left me

And so for ten years

I still kept on trying

To save you and see you alive

But each time I tried

You’d meet your demise

A failure with every attempt

Until that one day

When the truck came again

I pushed you so I die instead

August 15th, at 12:30 noon

I’ve seen him die day after day

The day at the swings

That kept on repeating

The day that he pushed me away

I tried every time

To save him from death

It seems like there’s never an end

The cycle continues

The same day begins

And one of us dies once again.