Saturday, May 24, 2008

HERe WITHout YOU

#1

“Sitting here all by myself,”

As I ‘can’ memory to shelf.

Sadly, all begin in the self.

#2

“No man is an island.”

Thus, I thought of Kaitlyn,

The perfect way she stand.

#3

Umm…where did I meet her?

Was not during dinner…

Ah! A race to her locker.

#4

Kai, part of my memory?

We all know, she’s not Sony,

But, she host a great story.

#5

Again, why out of all, Kai?

Is it because she is shy?

Being me, that, I wouldn’t buy.


 

 

Girls scream for attention.

To Kai, there is no flirtation.

Everything has firm foundation.

#7

In Kai, I see the Lord.

Jesus Christ is her Board.

The Holy Bible is her sword.

#8

In class, Kai is my heroine.

I wish she is my vitamin,

Just like Saint Augustine.

#9

Within Kai, life is not a game.

She operates with an aim.

This has brought her fame.

#10

As we take leave and part,

Kai, you are still in my heart.

Your smile strike me like a dart.

#11

Let’s maintain our friendship.

Shun distance! Jump on the ship,

As we rise into leadership.

Verse 1: I usually write poetry by myself. When a new chapter is about to begin, I often think and pray to prepare myself for the good byes, thus: “’can’ memory to shelf”. Notice the ‘I usually…I often…” As a race of the humanity, self is the center, unfortunately.

Verse 2: William Shakespeare is right, “no man is an island.” It does not matter how hard we try to disregard the people around us, they are still apart of us, as we battle to move forward. Hint. Hint: “I thought of Kaitlyn”. I love the sound of Kaitlyn more than Kai, I think I’m going to call you Kaitlyn from now on.

Verse 3: For each and every one of us, there is a unique way of how and where we meet. To me, I met Kai way before we ‘raced to her locker’, but I would like to mark that ordained occasion as the start of our friendship.

Verse 4: Being born into homo sapient society, I like to classify people’s ‘story’ onto Plato’s latter, top being the best. Kai are one of those people. But, wait, I never even hear Kai’s story and how did she made the top list? What comes from the mouth is from the heart (Proverbs, I forgot the chapter and verse). Never, a time have I seen Kai degraded another human being; rather, what she says only cheers them up, at least for me personally.

Verse 5: I don’t have to say anything here for I believe that it is very self-explained.

Verse: Many have mistaken that if only I be a bit louder, he or she would notice me. This is so not Kai. I have to argue that silent is golden (like it’s my original idea…hahaha.). Kai’s quietness radiates louder than a jet breaking the speed of sound. Her peace gives me peace, e.g. whenever I’m like, ah, I need to get this done and ah, this too; in plain, when life is, “I just want to die.” Seeing Kai in the hallway reversed everything.

Verse 7: It’s true! I see God even in Kai’s very eyes. Just the way she dresses. Oh! My Gosh! Jesus is so there. Now, ‘the Holy Bile is her sword’ is a bit of a stretch for me because I have never seen Kai read her Bible; however, I am assuming that she actually does that at home because one day, I was invited to party at her house. I thought that it was going to be party party. Nope, I was wrong. To her, watching a documentary on Islam to better understand them so that she could be a better witness and praying is actually a party! How many of us consider praying as a party? To be honest, I’m not even close.

Verse 8: I thought about having this verse in place of the final one after working on the draft, but I simply couldn’t bring myself to do it cuz hero is a guy’s term, so I’m just going to add it here:

# Extra

In class, Kai is my hero

With her, I don’t get zero

Which is better than Nero

Kai does not like to waste precious time given in class, rather she work diligently and get work done. Whenever there is a group work opportunity, I always want to be with Kai or Kaylee Sherman. I hope the ‘vitamin’ does not offend you. I did it just to rythmeNow, onto St. Augustine. I am a lot like him, if you haven’t read Confession or City of God, I would highly recommend it.

Verse 9: As we all witnessed, Kai is so smart. Highest grades in class, and if I heard correctly, she scored 35 out of 36 in her ACT. I mean, who does that? Oh, by the way, the speech at graduation was amazing!

Verse 10: “A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to gain, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to throw away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak, a time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace” Ecclesiastes 3:2-8. I know I know, you might be saying, what in the Sam hell is he smoking? Good question! If you haven’t notice, verse ten talks about leaving and [de]parting. I would like to add here that there is “a time to meet and a time to part”. And yes Kai, you have been such a big friend to me this year (don’t take BIG literal…hahaha…lol, thought you might caught my humor). But seriously, just seeing you smile, encourages me to keep going. As you might know, I enrolled FRCS knowing no body, except the name Nancy Parker, who signed my I-20.

Verse 11: As I have written over and over in thank you cards and yearbook signature, “I pray that graduation won’t be the cause of our-not-keeping-in-touch, thus I imbedded this onto the poem. Distances may be far, but Kai, don’t forget that we serve the same LORD and Savior Jesus Christ, receive heat from the same Sun light, look at the same moon—just different time and places. Some theologians have even gone on to say that we are standing under the same rain that Jesus stood under over 2000 years ago, and breathe the same oxygen molecules that he did. Usually, the nerdy kids are the one that lead the country, not the party one. Kai, you and I are pretty much on the same page. We may lead a completely different country once we are done with college, but we are still leaders. By then, I believe that we will have the funds to travel to see each other, if we are still friends.

Note: Okay! I agree, this has been way to long. Thanks for reading thus far. Oh, I personally hate #6 (don’t ask me why) that’s why I disregarded it when numbering the verses, notice?

by: Bora “Peter” Chheang

 

P.S. Originally, I was going to write only seven verses, but as I come to the close, there was too much more stuff that I did not cover. Seven, being God’s number that is. Now, there are eleven verses because # 11 is my favorite number. If you haven’t noticed, I wore #11 during basketball season.

P.S.S. Regarding the title! You could read in to it into two different ways. One, Here Without You, yes, we are done with high school, thus, we are not together. Two, HERe WITHout YOU, just read the capital letters, Kai, we use to go to school together, hint. Hint. You (HER) use to go to school WITH me (YOU). This could go both ways: you and me or you and your family as you head of to college.

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Anti-Prom: Gorgeous

The girls were beautiful
Dinner made us full
Forbidden Kingdom was wonderful

Same took days
Same hours
Same minutes

Pictures were awesome
‘Cuz guys were handsome
———-In Khmer———–

Dinner was fine
We didn’t have wine
———In Khmer———–

At Jess, we played
I prayed
——–In Khmer—–

We played Wii
At Natalii
Tired —In Khmer—

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Feel This: Chicken

My hair is darker
My skin is tanner
My height is shorter
My weight is lighter

You’re so disturb
Living in the sub-burb
Love is a verb
Go eat some herb

You’re not a clerk
Don’t call me jerk
I was handiwork
Let us all smirk

To every perparation
There’s a permission
That begin wiht a question
Live perfection

I think I’m lost

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First & Last

On the first day of school here at
FRCS, I felt like Kyle XY. Now
that its my last real school day,
I feel like Kyle XY again. All
the seniors are, “Yeah its our
last day.” They are cheering
in the hall way, I’m like sure
its my last day, most of the
people, I can’t relates, so I’m
lost…just took my last Latin
test…did alright, my semester
grade is 93%. We watched
Lord of the Flies in British Literature.
I wasn’t paying attention at all ‘Cuz
I was writing two poems for
Angela K & Danielle Wade cuz i told
then that I would before I leave. So
I did, now I just have to show it to them.
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Just Do It: Talk

Her name is Danielle
She loves to smile
Could see mile & mile

Just a sophmore
Always wanted more
Like lying on a shore

She managed the football team
Almost like the mom-team
She’s no wipe

Love to dance
Never pass a chance
Not even her parents’ fence

Note:
Also told her that I would write her a poem, just a friend…

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She’s an Angel

Hahaha..she’s really funny.
Thing is, too, skinny.
Not so super bony.

Her boyfriend is Josh
In basketball, he’s harsh.
Play like a marsh.

Don’t know what to say.
‘Cuz ’tis my last day.
So I’m going to pray.

We’ve been going to Westside,
Most of the time, Josh and her are side by side.
Well, do they slide?

Note:
Promised that I would write a poem for her, so here it is…

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Can’t: So Gorgeous

God, You have purpose
For every propose
You thought of her
And made her

She’s so gorgeous
Why Deus
I’m leaving here
Why now: her

All that I see
Is blank…blank
Everything is:
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

I am so lost
Please find me
But, I can’t…

Note:
‘Cuz Y have two heads and one leg!

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Jessic, Pink Think

She’s all about pink,
Thats all she could think.
Her quote, “Think pink”

This remind me of mink
Her smile is like zinc,
Watch when she wink.

In sport, she drive for vic
Water is her drink
Could see in her blink.

About her trink,
They totally sink,
Neither do they stink.

Let’s not skink
It’ll cause you to shrink,
At least, be a dink.

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Here With Murris

It has been over six months
But each time, water my mouth.
I am not a myth,
Neither am I a blacksmith.

Thank you for all the car ride.
Never anything did you hide.
Sorry if I had you gride.
I’m safe being by your side.

I love you.
Don’t take me as having no clue.
I’d rather be glue,
Right into you.

We never really sit,
‘Cuz I’m always hit.
Its like falling into a pit.
I have to admitt.

What can I say
Ever since that day,
As you were in pray
I had no pay.

As of dinner,
Nothing is finer.
You’re my winner.
‘Cuz I’m the signer.

You provide me a house,
Even to the mouse.
You may guide me to a spouse.
My country is by Laos.

I love your smile,
Could be seen from mile.
Is that your style?
This aren’t exile.

It has been very wild,
At time, it seem mild.
Keep in mind this is the world,
Full with field.

Winter has pass to gone,
Just like today will dawn.
Temperature here is drawn.
Snow come and go un-done.

As I ponder and think.
Had to, tea, my drink,
Eat ramen noodle with ink.
Wash dishes at the sink.

My chorse suck,
Where dirt stuck.
Vacuum suck.
Believe not in luck.

Movie is hard to start,
Break my heart.
Consist of waiting part.
Pause ocationally to play dart.

Should teriyaki Meg,
When run out of egg.
Start with the leg,
As we go out to beg.

Ali spend the night,
Our stove ignite,
Then begin towel fight.
“The I am right”.

Note:
3×5 is another title for this poem because there is me, Sam, and Ally (3). I know I know that Ryan is the other kid of Blake and Janiece, but I’d like to ignore him in this poem because he does not have such a big part in my life here with the Murris. Three (3) of us kids plus Blake and Janiece (2) made five (5), thus, i name this 3×5 to make 15 ‘cuz there are 15 verses in this poem.

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Enter the Atmosphere

It’s where you think,
the color is not pink.
We watched the sink.
This poem is in ink.

The field is cold,
The air is cool,
Just like the school.
I’m just a fool.

As I walk through the hall,
It remind me of Sorya Mall.
Place we play ball,
Where I often fall.

Drama is everywhere,
So much of it, I can’t bear!
Pretty girls are everywhere.
Don’t as me where!

I’m running out of thought,
‘Cuz I’m just an old fart.
There’s not much to write about.
People seem to have to shout.

Pants are down.*
No body’s skin color is brown,
With the exception of Charlie Brown.
For girls, skirts are up.**

This is inking on a football field,
That is the ideal.
‘Cuz thats how I feel,
Don’t ask me to make a deal!

*Guys here wear pants so low, to the point where their boxers being show…many get pink slips, but they don’t care.
**While girls are on the opposite side, the shorts are skirts are so high up, that one could almost see the ‘you know’ with out even trying to look.

Helped by Jessica Whiting & Danille Wade

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