poem twenty-five [adapted]

in my heart
there's only room
for love divine
i've seen orchids
try to bloom
like love divine

golden hair
and an angel face
spring for me
is in his embrace
what a glow
to know that he is mine
how divine

beautiful to look at
are my lover's eyes
bright as stars
when only two
are in the skies

when there's lover
there's melody
while there's lover
there's love for me
and the sun will shine
love divine

poem twenty-four

we say goodbye at the darkened doorway
and i can hear voilins start to play
a melody, sweet
rhapsody, discreet
as the moon lingers on

and everytime that you leave
you tug at my sleeve
and wish there were more hours in a day

as i lovingly stare
snowflakes collect on your hair
and i wish all the more that you'd stay

but this love of mine
can weather the storm
since i know i've you
to keep me warm

poem twenty-three

love doesn't happen to me
i'm such a novice
it's almost embarassing

but i like it

i haven't really had a love before
so new to holding hands
being enveloped in those arms

but i like it

someone so nice to come home to
to make me smile and forget
over a cup of hot chocolate

but i like it

to take care of me
and smell like the sea
well, not really
but he looks great in his speedo

and i love it

poem twenty-two

things i love about you
in no particular order:

the times i'll be walking side by side with you
only to suddenly realize you're gone
and all i have to do is look up
and see you in a tree
still listening intently

the fact that you tell me
you keep yourself entertained during swimming
by playing out scenarios in your head
in which you're a secret agent

the times you ask me where i'd like to go
if there was anyplace in the world i could go
when all in all i know
i'm perfectly content anywhere
sitting with you

that time when you told me
you have a secret obsession with poetry
and in my head i freaked out a little
thinking you had actually seen my poems
though i don't want to tell you
you've influenced most of them

the fact that you can look at me
and the world sort of seems
to melt away

i hope i can let go of my cheated past.
all in all, i hope we last.

you make it impossible for me to hate you

poem twenty-one

boy, am i unobservant
i'm still in disbelief

those stolen glances
meant romances?

was i unobservant or WHAT?

how we'd spend the night
watching black and white

those slight scoots closer
boy, i know, sir

was i unobservant or WHAT?

and how he stole a kiss
i'll remember this

that happy smile
exactly his style

was i unobservant or WHAT?

poem twenty

there's a boy i know with stars in his eyes
and my love for him i can't disguise

lying in grass with shiny dew
i love to think he loves me too

we stare at the sky
time passes us by
but there's no place else
i'd rather lie

and if love never blooms
or withers and dies

i'll cherish the glimmer
of stars in his eyes

poem nineteen

was it something i did?
i said?
or didn't do?
or didn't say?

come clean
what do you mean?

don't leave me in immense
suspense

i ache.

poem eighteen

i'm an incurable dreamer
i can't help it.

i could spend an entire day
imagining i am miles away

and just with one delighted sigh
pretend that, like a bird, i fly

and think for a sentimental while
about pressing my lips to his smile

i'm an incurable dreamer.
i can't help it.

i'm sure that i could never hide, the thrill i get when you're by my side

poem seventeen

who will care
that you are gone?
a thought that most
don't dwell upon

it's you
it's me
it's us
it's we

who will care
that you are gone?
will the world
just move on?

a world of people
minus a face
surely affects
the human race

the loved
the not
the forgotten
the sought

forgive my thoughts
poetically prone
but never think
you're all alone

poem sixteen

i see the leaves
in the autumn breeze

lifted
cracked
dried
solitary

dead.

and yet, they fly
they pass us by

crunch beneath our feet
on every street

littering the world with truth

truth that a beginning yields an end
and a common enemy yields a friend

poem fifteen

it was too easy to fall for you
like falling off a tight-rope
or walking downhill on an icy path
while wearing high heels

it was as simple as getting drenched in the rain
on a cloudy, stormy day

but if that's not easy enough
there are simpler things to perform

first suggestion-hugging
who profoundly hates hugging?
what's wrong with hugging?

so effortless to do
particularly with you


how plainly i fell for you
how inadvertantly i stumbled and fell

but what more could i do?
it was so easy for me to fall for you

poem fourteen

i woke up one bright morn to find
that all the world was colorblind

as far as my two eyes could see
the world immersed in unity

suddenly i didn't worry about the clothes i wore
suddenly i laughed with ease and danced right out the door

everyone did gather just to pick apart division
in carefree bliss, with worries naught--or so was my vision

on and on with this lovely show
the colorless moon, how it did glow

as we all slept beneath the trees
at last, at last, all lives at ease

poem thirteen

luck
that's what i could use
luck
to cure my blues

i need a little rabbit's foot
a clover of four leaves
and a little bit of pixie dust
rolled up in my sleeves

a shiny penny on the ground
catch its gleam, as i look around
pick it up, make a wish
toss it into a well, with a swish

an awfully joyous little lamp
to grant me wishes three
i close my eyes and imagine
so much opportunity

a fortune cookie with my meal
i wonder if the fortune's true
but why the superstition
when i'm wishin
my good luck is you

moonlight becomes you so

poem twelve

i try to be an optimist
when everything 'round me fails
i try to be an optimist
when faced with woeful tales

i try to be an optimist
when you walk through the door
i try to be an optimist
and think you'll love me more

i try to be an optimist
and dream up a happy end
i try to be an optimist
and think he's my boyfriend

poem eleven

night
once more

classic
timeless

cinematic

enveloping me
with noir

dressed to dream
i think of the past
the nights before me
and how they would last

caress my thoughts
in black, in white

and leave me awestruck
till morning light

poem ten

you can't take it with you
my darling
my dear

why should i despair
when i know you are near

it might not be true
it may never be real
but if just for now
i love what i feel

poem nine

a kiss
in the rain

the ingenue
consoling the
falling hero

the boy
philosophizing
with optimism

the girl
not believing

for she has been in love before
or so she's thought
and the crude world
has danced upon her dreams

the look
the one that bores
into the soul

emotion
exposed
effervescent
enchantment
endless
eyes

a classic sort of love
is what i need

with a boy
who loves classics

and me.

i rather feel like expressing myself now

poem eight

write a paper
do your chem
that's what your assignment notebook
dictates

but the truth is
you can do your chem
or write your papers
or neither

who am i to take orders
from a book?
a book in which i write the orders

it could just as easily say
photograph nature
make an origami
smile or laugh
and live

but alas
i sit in my room
away from nature
printing my words onto paper without creases
not having any reason to smile or laugh by doing so
not living
but dead

day in.
day out.
turn in.
turn out.

poem 7

schwitzer
i have no idea who he is
or was

for all i know
he could have been
a baker

because it's always hot
in schwitzer hall

hot like an oven
where food comes out of

but no food comes out of schwitzer
unless
you're a cannibal

schwitz could have been
a refrigerator-maker

because schwitz can often be
an icebox

or maybe schwitz was a fellow
who loved to observe
the way women act
in various climate changes

this raises concern.

for all i know
schwitz
was a scientologist.

poem 6

it's cold as hell
in indiana

but the thing is
hell's not cold
it's hot

not that i would know.
i just go by word of mouth

apparently people have been there before me

i may have been there too
at some point
i dimly recall staring at a board
with fright

thinking
what in god's name is being taught?
numbers, letters
an explosion of calculus

so much writing
you'd think that he was trying to prove
the existence of a god

yet how can there be one
if calculus exists

one man
one living, breathing
contradiction

and it's not because i'm an idiot
and it's not because i'm spacing out
and it's not because of my frightful tutor
and it's not because of the lyrics to american pie
scrawled in the back of my notebook
in order to keep conscious

oh i've been to the dark depths of despair
but i'll have no more

i withdraw
from hell

sweet, sweet salvation

i've got my love to keep me warm

not that i'm seeing anyone.

but dick powell and alice faye are dynamite.

poem five

1:21AM
and all is conflicting

the outside is cold
the dorm is warm
there is no in-between

like hoping
for a snowstorm
in africa

good luck with that

poem four

i need to get by
somehow
day after day
assignment after assigmnent
i need to see some progress
but i don't

instead i'm in a neverending haze
a vortex of chemicals
english papers
and notes on a staff
it's always something

an A+ in confusion
that's mine

poem three

tick-tock
day
all lined up
ahead of you
in the early bright

tick-tock
out you go
exercise routine
that you aren't fond of



tick-tock
a nap would be nice
no dice



tick-tock
night all planned out
at least you try
kind of



tick-tock
time goes by
assignments never die



willingly do work?
not i.



tick-tock
the clock ticks away



ah well.
tomorrow is another day.

technology...ain't it a gasser?

poem two

so i had a chem test today
it was like getting kicked in the face
in a way

not that i would know
and so
i fear the grade
the grade that's so near
but so far away
because my professors adore suspense
and i don't

not really.
it depends i guess
like if it's in a movie
then that's cool
but not when it's a test

an intangible grade
floating about in the air
nothing you can do about it
yet it follows you wherever you go
for the rest of your life
stalking

like a stalker
on the internet
you know one of those facebook creepers
but you can't block them
cause they'll just make a new profile
scary

like a final
or forgetting to bring your room keys with you
and being stuck in the lobby in exile
on a late night
and you have nowhere to sit

cause the drunks have passed out on the couches
or the front lawn
whichever was nearest

poem one

chemistry and netty

hate each other equally
dontcha see
we're meant to be

kind of.

maybe

like in another universe
..with aliens!!!

that didn't rhyme

la la la dime....

i have a test tomorrow

twill be a day of sorrow

the sun will come out tomorrow

hell no

that's bullshit

i have a calculator

that i got at target

on a discount

priced at a good amount...

it will be my battle weapon

against my 6-year war with chemistry

together we will fight

victoriously

cause i can amaze the professor

and mary ann!

HERE ON GILLIGAN'S ISLE!!

poetry place

i'm netty.
i'm very zen. i believe in peace, love, laughter, and friendship. i don't think there's anything more important than that. i will love people until they give me reasons not to. i'm a pretty happy-go-lucky person, and i believe that the bad things in life are only temporary, and it's your job to make sure that the good things in your life are not.
i'm creative. kind of a hippie. i like life.
i act, draw, improv, sing, dance, etc.
but my poetry needs a home.
and this is it.