May 2004
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Mixed Emotions by Kt Swan

I Wish by Hoa Pham

Non-Universal Repairman by Hoa Pham

Plucking the String by John Young

The Mirrors by Patrick Young

Mixed Emotions

We were friends with a front, a hidden dream, a hidden comfort. I didn't like you, I hated you. The words I say now do not put me at ease. I see you in my dreams, the thought of our friendship makes me cry. You acted like my friend, but when they left, you slowly left too. I showed you my heart, and you tore it apart. When you left not only did you rip my heart you stole my pride. You took away that comfort that made me want to go on. It seems as though now that you're gone all I do is think about you, I guess that's why I write about you. I want our friendship back, even when it was fake. At least when it was fake, I had someone to relate to, to talk to, to love, but just tell me one thing, why, why did you choose me to be your victim, why can't I be the happy one? I see how you talk to everyone else, and how I hope it was me. I see how I miss the conversations and the stupid jokes, but I wonder if it was all for show. You always say that it will last forever, but it has not. You think I could accept it and move on, but love is not that easy to forget. Now that our friendship is over I'll be the one with the tears, but one day I'll get over it, I know I will, but think of everything I say and see if your tears will end too.
-Kt Swan
I Wish

I wish I could stare into your eyes
I wish I could catch your smile
Knowing that every look gives me butterflies
Hoping we'll be friends for just a while
Longer as I wish I could hold you in my arms
Knowing you smile and gaze deeply as your heart warms
I wish I could come over at night
Knowck on your window and cry on your shoulder
You are my emotions and reassure me that all is right
Without you my days and dawns grow colder
Wishing I could touch those lips one more time
Wishing I could read more lines of the rhyme
You write that melts my heart
Wishing that nothing ever tears us apart
Wishing you were here to be my best friend
Wishing this match made in heaven will never end
I'll dream of you again tonight, but first I'll wish upon a star
That someday I'll discover who you are
-Hoa Pham
Non-Universal Repairman

A broken TV can be repaired
A broken window can be replaced
A broken bone can be recuperated
A broken appointment can be rescheduled
A broken promise can't be re-madeA broken heart can't be re-lovedIronic how all the money in the world
Can't fix what means the most
-Hoa Pham
Plucking the String

In these scattered pages full in breath,
I find a vacant chord with the voice
That moves in regions beyond the branches
And the rising fall of the sun into starlight.
The hourglass dwindles short of grains
Yet with the abstract of nonexistence
By the ages of life hence beginning.
The teacher can only show the path;
Upon the student must rest the transversal
Of epochs and eidolons to the accord
Of the harp of Self.
With the deadlights hovering above in street lamps,
The road can be lit only in steps
Blind of thought, full of intuition.
Trust these toes;
Their universal reaction becomes of greatness
Not for recognition
But for the composition of the whole,
That transcends the ears, tongue, and hands
Into a statement of desire fulfilled.
What do these notes of fault mean?
Could time be steep in brevity
If not full in tide,
That swells with the moon, by yonder cycle,
Around in the sleepless morn.
By one’s own right we tread
And would not ‘less we tread
For the arrival of our present.
I play in this moment,
Heart in mute terms
Seeking apparitions of fancy
While in my fancy waste of age.
There can be no fault;
Follow for enlightenment,
For the moment when truth projects itself
A simple sudden tranquility
Of the road how I would walk it.
John Young

The Mirrors

A devive created for the reason of people needing to see themselves
What do I see when I look in the mirror?
What do I wish to see?
The only thing I wish to see is something other than myself
I look into this glass
This silver glass
And wish only to see others
I fear what I would become if I saw myself

I watch this world through the immortal mirrors
I look at an angle in accordance to my fear
In this angel I see others' lives
Again I wish
I wish to be those people
I wish to intervene for the better
Sometimes for the worse
No matter what I wish
No matter what I think
I still only watch through the mirrors
Watching others
Wishing
I wish I could overcome my fears
Walk through the immortal mirrors
Put myself into the picture
Put myself into the happiness
- Patrick Young