POETRY

Short poems written between 1994 and 1999

Silent | The Other Half | The Closet
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"SILENT"
October 14, 1994

Silent love
Hidden depression
Quiet hope
Unspoken confessions.

Covered anger
Irrational schemes
Whispered hints
Subconscious dreams.

Unexpressed feelings
Hushed confusion
Unsaid passion
Unwritten conclusions.

Untold sadness
Lonely apart
Soundless words
Silent heart.

"THE OTHER HALF"
April 25, 1996

Your naked bodies rolled together
While half of your heart filled with lust
It seemed to take over until the other half said,
"With this you've lost all of my trust."

You kissed with passion and longing
Because one half was physically there
You didn't seem to listen when the other half said,
"After this I might no longer care."

You stopped even though it was too late
The one half already felt stronger
Only then did you worry that the other half might say,
"I won't be around any longer."

And as you said that you love the one half
Through your blinded vision you couldn't see
That the other half was crying as she turned and simply said,
"That other half used to belong to me."

"THE CLOSET"
September 22, 1996

Just for one minute
Stay behind the closet door
Take my hand again
And spin me around once more.

Just for one second
Keep the closet closed.
Let me have my fantasy
And pretend that I don't know.

Just for one moment
Look out through the cracks.
Pull me to your body
Put your arm around my back.

Just for one minute
Let me cry on the closet floor.
Leave me with the knowledge
That you're not in here anymore.

Just for one second
Keep the closet doors sealed.
I'll try to keep quiet
And not tell you how I feel.

Just for one moment
Let me look out through the cracks,
And slowly come to realize
That you're never coming back.

"LISTEN"
March 9, 1997

Locked inside where no one else can see
Is a shy, little girl who only wants to be
Accepted by you, and if you look you'll find
She needs no response to the thoughts in her mind.

Please, just listen. She only wants to speak
About the problems she has that make her weak
About the pain and hurt that fills her heart
And the insecurities that tear her apart.

Take the hand she is reaching out
Hold her while she cries about
The perfect life she wishes to live
And the amount of love she has to give.

Don't make comments, just hold her near
While she talks about her deepest fears.
If she brings you up, just be aware
Of the intensity with which she cares.

Let her release the pain inside
Take her away from the places she hides
Understand her because of what you've heard
Help her by not saying a word.

"COLLEGE HATRED"
October 26, 1998

Public bathrooms and one-way streets
Midnight poundings; incessant beats
Transforming flowers in green and gold
The mocking box I cannot hold
Blurry faces with hurried steps
Empty souls contain no depth
Flashing squares have become a friend
Strangers create the latest trend
Forced politeness and hidden disgust
Credits deserved for the lesson in trust
Cracked autumn leaves surround short notes
On clean message boards your current friends wrote
Share in my solitude; search through the black
After three acts this facade will be packed
Unending hills with one smile at the top
Voices inside are screaming to stop
Music in my heart is put away
All I ask is for him to stay
Congested highways are bedside views
Graded passions are halfway true
I hear my voice on the freshly stained stage
Money is wasted on frustration and rage
Yellow men running to hold on to the past
Entering the race knowing I'll finish last
Demand set instructions and force me to hate
Education is painful; the real love can wait
I drifted too far and am unable to return
This is my hell, where I'm expected to learn.

“70”
July 23, 1999

Jewel breaks down
one lonely sentence
into a thousand
meaningless parts.
I struggle for 75,
she strives for 200,
with an equal amount
of words.
Her teeth are crooked
so they pity her
and praise her
because it's incomprehensible.
Throw in a line
about head
Then it might mean something
Keep it awkward
Keep it brief
Each page holds one line
Rename the title
Pieces Of Crap.

All poems written by Alana Munoz