ii) Secondhand poems( poetry groups)

1. "Hiding from the Roses

On a pale July day, I swallowed

The sunsets of this crippled summer

Sheds its maroon blood

The sun took me as its child

And drove all the fevered swords

Stabbed me in the gut
I spit out the gifts it gave me
My eyes became two shiny crystals.
I couldn't stop the salt water from flowing.

So I slept on the moon's grave bed

And became the only lake on this rock.

2."Mina
The hangman's noose dissolved in the cruel month of July.

Gillotine was demolished in the gray October.

A few clumsy bottles of sleeping pills Like freshly squeezed orange juice
Dumped down a stumbling, shriveled, dead well

Dying to hold on to the green tail of a plumbing snake

As if Mina were sticky Like a melting cone of
Hot fingers, colder than a heartbeat. Grabbing me as hard as they can

3."Sleep I'm resting on
On a star that burns out

Gray death becomes

My bed of sleep
Rotten apples force me To swallow the silence My gut grows in
Where no one has gone before On the vines of grapes I weep, I cry, I roar - I am a
Dead moon in the corner

I am a piece

A torn heart

I sleep here

Like
Weathered dust

4."Happy Tomorrow
I wish you a happy tomorrow
Maybe not every day, just tomorrow

Because blessings without limits Is just a lie that's too lazy to cover up

So I only wish you a happy tomorrow
May your 12 o'clock dreams be bright and shiny.

Not like the fangs of a beast
Or a tongue half cut with a sharp knife.

May you wake up in peace There's no need for joy.
Just a languid mood, far from sadness. I wish you hope for tomorrow.
May you embrace the sun and not fall like Icarus. May you walk at night not in a watery fog. May you cat your favorites like a creamy crepe. May you not have to sleep on Venus
May you drink your coffee in the morning.
May you have a good day tomorrow, like kissing a falling rain.

May you be happy tomorrow. No, you don't have to be happy.

Happiness is like a lottery ticket that's been filled out at random. It's both a sure cheat and a kiss to the cracked lips of the skull. Happiness is dear little Louise in Mara's mouth.
So I just wish you'd wake up without being cut by a blade.

May you open your eyes to tomorrow.

5. "All's Well That Ends Well"

In my heart there lives

A child of death Fighting gravity.
And melted by a glass of cold water

Eternally sleeping in this fishy red silence

The blood mingled with his tombstone

In the saline of his left eye

Down the dirty human skin

Like vomit
Crashing under the gray clay where all things originate

A child's brain explodes when he's told to shut up

Dry-heaving the moon from molten iron.

A child that falls in a comer and collects dust Into a beach of starbursts
The child whose heart has been ripped out and filled with lead.

Shedding the rose thoms that exist in all human tear ducts.

Melancholy children,agonized children, children who want to strangle the sky-blue oranges

Dead, dead,dead children.
All sleeping in the crushed silent chamber called the heart, the Only a numb, forced-bom, dying child is shut out. Poor child.
Hands folded, eyes closed.
Mourning alone the dead chestnut cake and the dry red river.

iii) Untitled

Mommy, break off one of my creation's

Rib
give it back to you.
Mommy, cut away all my fed

Flesh and blood

Back to you
Mommy, stack my aging skin Embroidered as a collar

Kissing you
Mommy, take my sorrows Woven into an old hose

Strangling you
Mommy, press my weakness into a brittle leaf

Shatter you
Mommy,Mommy
Take me in your cold hands. I'm just a tiny

Tiny
Tropical fish.
Mommy, please let me be devoured by the seagulls

Mommy

Let my body

Melt in the sea

Flow to you