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 Ay, Buhay by Anjel Cruz Love Where Are You by Braddock Green Confusion by Cynthia Elegy of Deep Thoughts by Helen Trung Your Definition anonymous Tears I cried for too long to hold on too... by Syreeta Robinson Sand by Albert Chen submit a poem for next month's edition go to current edition  |
Sand by Albert Chen I cut my hand On the sandy beaches of Summer, With hopes that I can Cut my teeth On the coasts of my hopes And today I woke up On the minute hand of a sundial Trying to hold The moments that I love, But They seem to fall through my hand like Grains of sand, Like the first time we drove out to the beach To smile at the Sun and girls The waves were like my youths spirit Constantly Rising and crashing to spill its splashes On beach that would not Hold, Like the sand falling through my hands, Like the time me, Kenny, and Denis went out to Marks summer house And decided that it would be fun To try and go on the boardwalk At midnight, The same boardwalk We were too afraid To go on as kids Once again, We cut our bravery on the grainy steps And chickened out, These pristine moments are etched in the sandy vases of my memory that hold the flowers of my chuckle, But still when I try to hold them They fall through my hands like Grains of sand |
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