I Wonder

I wonder how many times you've been had 

And I wonder how many plans have gone bad,

I wonder how many times you've had sex

And I wonder if you know who'll be next

I wonder,

Don't you?

I wonder about the love you can't find,

I wonder about the loneliness that's mine,

I wonder how much going you've got,

I wonder about your friends that are not

I wonder,

Don't you?

I wonder about the tears in childrens eyes,

I wonder about the soldier that dies,

I wonder and worry my friends,

I wonder,

Wonder I do. 

The Epic Poem-Off

Hey.
I miss you.
Come back now.
Bye.

Hello.
I miss you more.
So much I can't even say.
Sometimes I have dreams,
and in those dreams I never moved,
and those dreams are the best,
but I always wake up feeling bad.
Sometimes I cry.
Because I miss you more.

Bye.

 I don't think so.
You've got to know.
I miss you more.
Sometimes, I stalk you and stand outside you door.
So if you miss me more is what you think,
You're being daft, go get some vodka to drink.
Bye.

I'm only kidding. You know,
one of these days you better go
buy a plane ticket to come and see me,
so we can embrace and throw a party.

Today I had my literature exam,
after which I binged on ham.
And so that's my excuse for my crappy rhyming,
and thus lack of rhythm and a bad sense of timing.

Now tell me, dear Sarah, if you say you stand
outside my door here in Aussieland,
then why don't you knock, or ever say hi
since I'm usually alone having a cry?

Yes, that's right, you think about it good,
the next time that you're in the neighbourhood
promise me you'll come visit me in my lonely house?
We'll dress you as a boy and call you my spouse.

Bye.

Well, it's obvious you've gone and done what I said,
You're so drunk on vodka,
I'm surprised you're not dead.
I think I may have to stay here instead
Since so spaced out and confused is your poor, drunken head. 

Yesterday, I had my history test,
I studied the wrong thing and was unbelievably pissed.
Afterwards, I went and had Mc.Donalds,
Im hurting - it really clogged up my bowels.

I stand and stare instead of knocking 
'Cos my current state is really quite shocking,
I put on a kilo- then another and another
And now, 
I weigh more than my mother. 

I'm not hot with promises,
I always forget,
Hows about you come to Malaysia instead?

Bye.

Sarah, Sarah. You know, I must say
your rhyming skills have made my day!
I mean, rhyming McDonalds with Bowels, oh wow.
That was so 'chun' I'll have to leave now.

Yes, I said chun! So I'm still rather Asian
Asian as in Asia and no, I'm not Eurasian.
I had a music exam, so my mind's rather blank,
The test was OMGWTFLOL, to be frank.

Now Sarah dear, don't you fret about history.
The grades you will get will be no real mystery.
I know you'll do fine, just you wait and see,
When you get your marks back, you'll see an A (or a B?)

In addition to being incredibly weird,
you're really quite stupid underneath your thick beard.
Fat? Oh really? Are you going there?
Don't be daft now, think of me, OH YEAH.

I'd love to come home, but I'm afraid that's far.
Far as in November, for Christmas on par
Instead, you should come, so then you could see
Just how amazingly wretched Australians can be.

(Don't tell Harry or Sam I said that,
I love them more than I love my cat.)

Facebook cut my wallpost short,
Let's get together and start a cohort
against limited wallposts, because there's no way
I could rhyme like this in less than 5 stanzas, yeah hey.

Speaking of the end of the year,
I just realised I never got to hear
When exactly you were leaving for South Africaland,
abandoning me here with my one-woman band.

Yes, I said band; I play the air guitar.
No, no, NOT THE SITAR.
I said guitar, guitar, as in *jang jang jang*
...Sorry, I needed this poem to go out with a bang. :(

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
SARAH EMMA MATHER BROWN,
I really miss you. :(

Thanks man, I thought for over an hour,
I thought while eating spaghetti, I thought while taking a shower.
I thought while watching tv- it was a show on insect mating,
But, lucky for you, I skipped out masturbating. 

South Africaland? It's gonna be rather soon,
I get to play with the lions and see my pet baboon.
You see, Im really quite excited, I'm finally going home,
Where there aren't ugly men, or the deafening city drone. 

The air guitars awesome, but you need a bit of jangle,
Fucking lucky for you, I play the air triangle! 
Your one woman band will now become two,
I'll also do air vocals,
You don't mind,
Do you?

My history grades I won't think about,
To be honest, I'd rather suffer a bad case of gout. 
An A or a B?? That's so very, very doubtful,
Don't you dare argue - I'll give you a mouthful.

Alas! It's sad! But really, it's true!
Im a fatty, with a beard now, too!
I brush it every night - never less than 120
John likes it when it's shiny - he finds it rather kinky.

But I hate that country! It took you away,
It made you get on that plane, and now it's forcing you to stay!
We'll devise an escape plan - it'll be witty and cunning,
It'll involve lots of jumping, swearing and running. 

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
NICOLE, MY LOVE,
I miss you TIMES TWO 

Thank you, love, for the masturbating quote,
Now when I think of insects, I'll think of what you wrote.
I already know it's not a pretty sight,
Next time just skip it, so I'd sleep well at night?

Moving on to South Africaland;
Going so soon? No, scrap the plan!
If you go now, it only just means
That I won't see my Sarah or her jellybeans.

The thought of no Sarah, ever, ever again
Is taking a toll on my (rather large) brain.
I know there's still Facebook, and Skype and whatnot,
But what about my doodle pages, my jokes, my laughs -- the whole lot!?

Air vocals will be awesome, my band was rather lonely,
We could all our favorite songs; yes, the one and only!
I'll rock out on my guitar, far beyond my young age,
While you stand and look pretty and not fall off the stage.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding, you know I love you.
I love you so much, I don't know what to do
Corpus is lovely, and so are my friends,
But to be honest, I'm missing YOU guys to no end.

HOLY MACARONI, FACEBOOK DID IT AGAIN.
Cutting off my wallposts; gosh it's insane.
There's so much more that I want to say,
But there aren't the words to begin them today.

I'm afraid this poem has taken a turn
For the sadder emotions, so I will return
Later on when I'm in a better mood,
Because thinking about my old life makes me want to fucking cry because I miss you guys so much and lordy lord Australia sucks meatballs and it's past five pm so I can't even go to the mall to get some ice cream because everything here closes at fucking five yes I know what the fuck doode.

So it is here that I'll end this poem,
I'm out of rhyming words, but I'm sure you know 'em.
You take care my lovely, that escape plan sounds amazing,
The next thing you know, you and I'll be hell raising.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I love you much,
I'll give up candy for you.
But no, that's not all
I'll give up MUSIC and LIFE,
If you promise me
You'll leave John and be my wife?

Leave John to be your wife?
Why didn't you ask before?
Your mind's as sharp as a knife!
I'll sneak out - no later than four. 

Ah, My Sweet! My Lovely! My Dear!
Don't be sad, and don't you dare shed a tear!
Your peeps in Malaysia are as retarded as ever,
Shouting, screaming, swearing, and none of us very clever. 

Your old life WAS the best,
But as of now, your Aussie's guest,
So I'll give you some thoughts from my "Happiness Cup";
When I come there next, I'll blow parts of it up. 

The masturbating quote?
No problem at all,
It should get me at least one vote
For the Queen of the Grad Ball. 

I'll stand there and look good,
Enticing my bretherin' from the hood.
I promise to bitch, wink and tease
As long as I'm paid well. (And don't have to get on my knees)

My, that was uncalled for, but I couldn't find a word
That went well the rhyme scheme,
So I had to write down what I heard,
On a show on MTV - can't remember what it's called,
About a group of hookers, 
I really was appalled!

Like I'd just leave the country?
Seriously, please.
Malaysia has such perks!
Like purchasing alcohol with ease.

But there's also you lot, and it'd cost a lot to travel 
So, If you're good, I'll stay for my A-level.

Oh! The nights we will have! 
And the nights we won't remember,
Fortunately I'm the only non-drunk,
Forced to act as the "Reminder"

Roses are red,
Violets have a nice hue,
I thought of Spongebob today, 
And was reminded of you. 
I thought about chemistry - Ms.Thiaga and all
And how we'd erase letters to rearrange words on her board.
And I've come to the conclusion, all on my own,
That I'm going to be insanely, immeasurably sad,
If you don't please, please get home. 

I know I haven't written for a while,
And didn't reply to your last poem,
life's been so hectic here
But, finally, I'm home.

Tell me how your life is,
And what you've been doing,
I went to Africa for summer,
And could hear nothing but cows moo-ing.

I've got a new boyfriend- You remember Dan?
It's a long distance thing, but we're making a plan.
He's a crazy guy, you'd like him a lot,
Introduce yourself to him, and he'd be the first to give you a shot!

I've been reading through your blog, 
And I really like your stuff!
It reminded me of science lessons
Shit--that subject was tough!!

My rhyming skills have gone to shit
And I wouldn't be surprised if you decided to hit
Me square on the face,
I admit, the stanzas are a disgrace!

Oh my dearest Sarah bum,
I love love love you the most.
But I must tell you I'm so very sorry--
It appears it was ME who didn't reply your wallpost.

I'm such an idiot, a dunce, you see
For I adore all your little rhymes.
They help me feel better about my shitty Perth life,
And instead remember old times. :)

My life's been good, or it's been alright
It seems to be improving.
But though I love my friends, I still miss you guys,
And I often think of moving.

Ah yes, that Dan, I do remember
I suppose it's 'new-old boyfriend', ha
I must ask, how's John taking the news?
I'm sure he's sad that you're so far.

I'm glad you like my blog,
And all the odd things I post.
But I do wish you'd update YOURS too,
So I can show my friends and boast.

Tell me, Sez, about your life
Your plans for school and such.
I'm so eager to know how you're doing
Because I've been missing you so much.

You see the thing about John
And I'm afraid it's not good,
He broke my heart
And I never thought he would,

So I went through the tough times
Of wanting to give him a vasectomy,
Dan was there through it all
And the rest, I suppose, is history.

I knew it would improve!
I knew I was right!
'Cos you always feel loneliest
When alone and at night,

But now you've met some peeps,
And I so glad to know you're happy,
I'll stop this verse now
Before it gets too sappy.

You're damn fucking right!
YOU never replied!
It's no wonder 
I felt like committing suicide!

And what about you?
Is there a boy in your life?
Do I have to give the sex talk,
Or do I have to get a knife?

I'm moving soon,
So school starts then,
It feels amazing
Not to have to use a pen!!

I miss you my love,
More than that fat kid misses his cake,
A visit from you
Must come soon,
Some serious plans we must make 

Say Hello, Wave Goodbye

Standing at the door of the pink flamingo
Crying in the rain
It was a kind of so so love,
And Im gonna make sure it doesnt happen again.

You and I had to be the standing joke of the year.
You were a run around,
I, a lost and found.

But it's not for me I feel.

Take your hands off me, please
I dont belong to you, you see.

Take a look in my face, for the last time.
I never knew you, you never knew me.

Say hello and wave goodbye.

We tried to make it work, me in a cocktail skirt.
And you in a suit, and it just wasnt me.
You're used to wearing less, and now my life's a mess.
So insecure I must seem.

I put up with all the scenes,
This is one scene,
Thats going to be played my way

Take your hands off me, please
I dont belong to you, you see.

Take a look in my face, for the last time.
I never knew you, you never knew me,

Say hello and wave goodbye.

Under the deep red light,
I can feel the make up slidding down.
Well hey little girl, you will will always make up
So I'm gonna take off this unbecoming frown.

Take your hands off me, please
I dont belong to you, you see.

Who were we to understand.

Try Whistling This

Tales from my head,
You can't buy the book,
No one's listening but I guess you could.

Try whistling this.

You say you're tired,
liquid as water.
But you'll succumb now as I stroke your back,
I'll be the best that you know.

And everytime you think of me,
I hope you think of true romance.

And everytime you want to leave,
You give us both another chance.

Warmest welcome violent stranger,
He said "Come here" as he pushed me down.

Impossible to do
In high heels, walking into walls,
Every wonder if you're here at all?

Try whistling this.

And my words are ringing in your ear,
Drawing your attention now to all the things that you ignore;

If I can't be with you, I'd rather have a different face
And if I can't be near you, I'd rather be adrift in space
And if the Gods desert us now, I'll turn this chapel into flames
And if someone tries to hurt you, I would put myself in your place.

"Happiness comes from within"

is a lie, and

"Money will make me happy"

So in 30 years I will tell my children

they are not the most important thing in my life.

My employer will know that

I have my priorities straight because 

work

is more important than

family

I tell you this,

Once upon a time

Families stayed together

but this will not be true in my era

this is a quick fix society

Experts tell me

30 years from now I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce

I do not concede that

I will live in a country of my own making

In the future

Environmental destruction will be the norm

No longer can it be said that

My peers and I care about this earth

It will be evident that

My generation is apathetic and lethargic

It is foolish to presume that

There is hope. 

Now, read the whole thing from the last line to the first line :)

Lua

I know that it is freezing,

But I think we have to walk.

I keep waving at the taxis,

They keep turning their lights off.

But Julie knows a party at some actors West side loft.

Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they'll be gone.

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend. 

I'll get the coffee and the paper,

Have my own conversations

With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my own reflection,

The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit. 

And I know you have a heavy heart,

I can feel it when we kiss. 

So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it.

But me, I'm not a gamble,

You can count on me to split.

The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist. 

You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black.

Just keep going to the bathroom,

Always say you'll be right back.

Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad,

But what's so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag.

I got a flask inside my pocket,

We can share it on the train.

And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same.

We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain.

But what was normal in the evening by the morning looks insane. 

And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this.

The reasons all have run away,

But the feeling never did.

It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live,

'Cause what's so simple in the moonlight by the morning never is.

SARAH

"One upon a time, there was a girl named Sarah. She had beautiful blue eyes that matched her sandy brown hair, and expensive Marc Jacobs bag. Her svelte figure turned heads, while beautifully new shoes hung off her feet. With a cigarette pressed between her lips, she dragged and loved the taste. 

All of a sudden, a horribly strange looking man ran past her, while shouts followed behind him. A snatch thief! Thinking fast, Sarah grabbed the coffee cup sitting at her table, drew her arm back, then- WOOOSH! It flew into his head, stopping him cold. 

The people chasing the man cheered, "Oh, Thank Goodness for the Beauty!"

But, their momentum wouldn't let their legs stop running! 

Oh no!

Unfortunately, they ran right over her. 

The men despaired, while the ladies- well, sadly they didn't quite mind.

*sigh* 

Another beauty gone."

THE END

Wooden Tears

When they pulled her out, it's true that she started to wail and scream for him. The men attempted to keep her in their powdery arms, but she managed to break away. Desperate humans often seem able to do this. 

She did not know where she was running, for the street no longer existed. Everything was new and apocalyptic. Why was the sky red? How could it be snowing? And why did the snowflakes burn her arms?

She slowed to a staggering walk and concentrated up ahead. 

She wandered a short while longer until the man who found her took her arm and kept talking. "You're just in shock, my girl. It's just shock, you're going to be fine"

"What's happened?" she asked. 

The man had disappointed eyes. What had he seen these past few years? "You got bombed, my girl. I'm sorry, darling"

The girls mouth wandered on, even if her body was now still. She had forgotten her previous wails for him. That was years ago - a bombing will do that. She said, "We have to get my papa, my mama..."

Her body buckled at that moment and the man caught her and sat her down. "We'll move her in a minute" he told his sergeant.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. 

Papa was an accordion!

But his bellows were all empty.

Nothing went in and nothing came out. 

She began to rock back and forth. A shrill, quiet, smearing note was caught somewhere in her mouth until she was finally able to turn.

To Papa.

At that point, I couldn't help it. I walked around, to see her better, and from the moment I witnessed her face again, I could tell that this was who she loved the most. Her expression stroked the man on his face. It followed one on the lines down his cheek. 

Papa-the accordionist. 

One could not exist without the other. 

She turned around and spoke to the man. 

"Please", she said, "My Papa's accordion. Could you get it for me?"

After a  few minutes of confusion, an older member brought the eaten case and she opened it. She removed the injured instrument and laid it next to Papa's body.

"Here, Papa"

And I can promise you one thing, because it was a thing I saw many years later, that as she kneeled next to him, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the Alps of broken houses. There were silver eyes. There was a cigarette slouched on his lips. He even made a mistake and laughed in lovely hindsight.  The bellows breathed and the tall man played for her one last time as the sky was slowly taken from the stove. 

Keep playing, Papa.

Papa stopped. 

He dropped the accordion and his silver eyes continued to rust. There was only a body now, on the ground, and she lifted him up and hugged him. She wept over his shoulder.

"Goodbye, Papa"

Her arms held him. She kissed his shoulder - she couldn't bear to look at his face anymore - and she placed him down again.

And she wept until she was gently taken away. 

Angelmine

He searched for those wings that he knew

That his angel should have at her back.

And, although he can't find them,

He really doesn't mind

Because he knows they'll grow back.

And as he reached for that halo that he knows

That she had when she first caught his eye,

Although his hand came back empty,

He's really not worried

'Cause he knows it still shines.

I can't promise that I'll grow those wings

Or keep this tarnished halo shined,

But I'll never betray your trust.

I search all the time on the ground

For our shadows cast side by side,

Just to remind me that I haven't gone crazy,

That you exist and are mine. 

And I know that your skin is as warm and as real

As that smile in your eyes

But I have to keep touching and smelling

And tasting, for fear it's all lies. 

I can't promise that I'll grow those wings,

Or keep this tarnished halo shined,

But I'll never betray your trust.

Last night I awoke from the deepest of sleeps,

With your voice in my head.

And I could tell by your breathing

That you were still sleeping

I repeated those words that you had said;

I can't promise that I'll grow those wings,

Or keep this tarnished halo shined

But I'll never betray your trust,

Angelmine.

Cast the pearls aside, of a simple life of need

Come into my life forever

The crumbled cities stand as known

Of the sights you have been shown 

Of the hurt you call your own

Love is suicide 

The empty bodies stand at rest

Casualties of their own flesh

Afflicted by their dispossession 

But no bodies ever knew nobodies

No bodies felt like you

Love is suicide 

deny, decide, destroy, disobey, disguise

Now we drive the night, to the ironies of peace

You can't help deny forever

The tragedies reside in you

The secret sights hide in you

The lonely nights divide you in two

All my blisters now revealed 

In the darkness of my dreams

In the spaces between us

But no bodies ever knew nobodies

No bodies felt like you 

I've begun to lose track of the outside world, when I'm with you

In My Life

There are places I'll remember

All my life though some have changed,

Some forever, not for better

Some have gone and some remain.

All these places have their moments

With lovers and friends, I still can recall

Some are dead and some are living

In my life, I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers,

There is no one compares with you.

And these memories lose their meaning,

When I think of love as something new.

Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before,

I know I'll often stop and think about them

In my life, I love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before,

I know I'll often stop and think about them

In my life, I love you more

In my life, I love you more

"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars"

Subtleties

Three white cars passed by.

I could see the clouds in 

their windshields.

Three white stars in a twilight sky.

And now that the clouds are

gone, I see, one more

that catches my

eye.

I see, into the heart of the sky, I see,

Something I tasted long ago that

was coming back to me.

Come Back.

I remember you reminded me of the subtleties.

The little things that make your day.

And the rain moves on,

As the tide rolls in.

In just a few days I'll still be here, 

But you will be far, far away.

So one last time I 

hold you near.

And save the hero for another day.

I remember you reminded me of the subtleties.

The little things that make your day.

And the rain  moves on,

As the tide moves in.

And the distance between us wouldn't seem so long

If we knew that one of those birds still left up in

the sky gave a cry as he witnessed one of those

moments that you and I both look at the

stars in the twilight sky.

And count,

One,

Two,

Three.

I remember you reminded me of the subtleties.

The little things that make your day.

And the rain moves on,

As the tide moves in.

"Today, you are you. That is truer than true. There is no one alive, more youer than you"

One

Is it getting better?

Or do you feel the same?

Will it make it easier on you,

Now you've got someone to blame?

One love

One life

When it's one need,

In the night.

One love

We get to s h a r e it

It leaves you, baby

If you don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?

Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?

You act like you never had love,

Now you want me to go without

Well it's, 

Too late, 

Tonight.

To drag the past out into the light

We're one,

But we're not the same

We get to 

Carry each other.

One

Have you come here for forgiveness?

Have you come to raise the dead?

Have you come here to play Jesus

To the lepers in your head?

Did I ask too much?

More than a lot?

You gave me nothing,

Now it's all I got.

We're one,

But we're not the same

Well we

Hurt each other

Then we do it again

You say

Love is a temple,

Love is a higher law.

You ask me to enter

But then you make me crawl

And I can't keep holding on

To what you got,

When all you got is hurt.

One love

One blood

One life

The greatest thing you will ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return.

Homeland-Michelle Frost

Within my soul, within my mind, there lies a place I cannot find.

Home of my heart, land of my birth, smoke coloured stone, flame coloured earth.

Electric skies, shivering heat, blood red clay beneath my feet.

At night, when finally alone, I close my eyes and I am home.

I kneel and touch the blood warm sand and feel the pulse beneath my hand.

Of ancient life, too old to name, in ancient land too wild to tame.

How can I show you what I feel?

How can I make this essence real?

I search for words in dumb frustration, and try to form some explanation.

But how can heart and soul be caught in one-dimensional written thought?

If life and longing are a fire and man consumed by his desire

Then this love is no simple flame that mortal thought can hold or tame.

As deep within the Earths own core, the love of home burns evermore.

For what is home, I hear them say

This never was yours anyway.

You have no birthright to this place, descended from another race!

An immigrant? A pioneer? You are no longer welcome here.

Whoever said that love made sense?

I love is an imperfect tense.

To love in vain has been mans fate, from history to present date.

I have no grounds for dispensation, I know I have no home or nation.

For just one moment in the night, I am complete, my soul takes flight.

For just one moment, then it's gone.

And I am once again undone.

Never complete, never whole,

White skin and an African Soul.