"Lover Unloved"
a poem by Michael Sherrillo
The heart hardens; turning slowly to stone,
worn by the constant pressure of loves loss.
To many times pricked by cupids arrows,
to many wounds left unhealed.
Infection comes slowly,
cancerously consuming my hope and joy.
I weep with pain; silent, without tears,
as the winds of time's passing echo in my hearts empty cavern.
My blood thins with loneliness;
My back sags from to many gray days.
My eyes dim from so much beauty,
seen and unshared.
I am the unloved lover,
I am the lover unloved,
I am alone.
A collection of poems, haikus, and other random thoughts by Michael Sherrillo (with past contributions from the various other members of the United Elbows of Fury; Vance Tran, Myrna Perez, Annie Ho, Thomas Ramsay, and Laura Mathisen).
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Thursday, January 16, 2003
"First Glance"
A poem, by Michael Sherrillo
Our eyes locked briefly across the crowded room.
In that moment we both felt loves first blooms.
Before a blink could end the glance,
Our fates were no longer left up to chance.
We circled each other while talking to friends
And though laughing and joking our gaze rarely left.
And finally though contrived circumstance,
We were finally close enough to shake hands.
In charming words and flirty grins,
At what we felt was only hinted.
Though matter what you said or did,
I knew I had to see you again.
Something connected before we ever knew,
Something amazing, wonderful, startling, and new.
Of the future I have barley a glance,
But I won't leave seeing you up to chance.
For no matter the twists and bends ahead,
Having you by my side is my only plan.
A poem, by Michael Sherrillo
Our eyes locked briefly across the crowded room.
In that moment we both felt loves first blooms.
Before a blink could end the glance,
Our fates were no longer left up to chance.
We circled each other while talking to friends
And though laughing and joking our gaze rarely left.
And finally though contrived circumstance,
We were finally close enough to shake hands.
In charming words and flirty grins,
At what we felt was only hinted.
Though matter what you said or did,
I knew I had to see you again.
Something connected before we ever knew,
Something amazing, wonderful, startling, and new.
Of the future I have barley a glance,
But I won't leave seeing you up to chance.
For no matter the twists and bends ahead,
Having you by my side is my only plan.
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
"Honeymoon"
A poem, by Michael Sherrillo
In a room, now dark, sits two unpacked cases.
Two pairs of sandles are kicked off by the door.
Two candles burn by a bottle of a Champaigne,
As two sets of footprints lead to the shore.
And under the stars, in the tropical waves,
Two bodies, and two hearts, are one in the same.
A poem, by Michael Sherrillo
In a room, now dark, sits two unpacked cases.
Two pairs of sandles are kicked off by the door.
Two candles burn by a bottle of a Champaigne,
As two sets of footprints lead to the shore.
And under the stars, in the tropical waves,
Two bodies, and two hearts, are one in the same.
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Vance's So Far All Time Greatest Movie List
In Alphabetical Order
by Vance Tran
+ = Personal favorites
Amelie +
American Beauty +
Braveheart +
Clerks
Fight Club
Forrest Gump +
Gattaca
Ghost World +
High Fidelity
Momento
Monty Python and The Holy Grail +
Office Space +
Pulp Fiction
Requiem For A Dream
Run Lola Run +
Rushmore +
Schindler's List
Signs
Swingers +
The Matrix +
Trainspotting
In Alphabetical Order
by Vance Tran
+ = Personal favorites
Amelie +
American Beauty +
Braveheart +
Clerks
Fight Club
Forrest Gump +
Gattaca
Ghost World +
High Fidelity
Momento
Monty Python and The Holy Grail +
Office Space +
Pulp Fiction
Requiem For A Dream
Run Lola Run +
Rushmore +
Schindler's List
Signs
Swingers +
The Matrix +
Trainspotting
Thursday, January 09, 2003
My So Far All Time Greatest Movie List
In No Particular Order
by Michael Sherrillo
I believe that to some degree we are an extension of what we love, and it is that which we love that helps us to discover and define who we are, and what we want to be. Following that line of logic, I guess the purpose of this is to share a little of what I love, draw whatever conclusions you may what it says about me.
100 Girls
12 Monkeys
Amelie*
American Beauty*
Boys Don't Cry*
Braveheart*
Casablanca*
Clerks
Dead Poets Society
Ferris Bueler's Day Off
Fight Club
Gattaca
High Fidelity
Life As A House*
Moulin Rouge (2001)
Momento
Office Space
Pulp Fiction
Rain Man
Requiem For A Dream
Schindler's List
Seven
Signs
Starship Troopers
Swingers
The 6th Sense
The Breakfast Club
The Ring
The Shawshank Redemption*
Top Gun
Trainspotting
*My personal favorites, ones that I believe are "Must See Movies"
In No Particular Order
by Michael Sherrillo
I believe that to some degree we are an extension of what we love, and it is that which we love that helps us to discover and define who we are, and what we want to be. Following that line of logic, I guess the purpose of this is to share a little of what I love, draw whatever conclusions you may what it says about me.
100 Girls
12 Monkeys
Amelie*
American Beauty*
Boys Don't Cry*
Braveheart*
Casablanca*
Clerks
Dead Poets Society
Ferris Bueler's Day Off
Fight Club
Gattaca
High Fidelity
Life As A House*
Moulin Rouge (2001)
Momento
Office Space
Pulp Fiction
Rain Man
Requiem For A Dream
Schindler's List
Seven
Signs
Starship Troopers
Swingers
The 6th Sense
The Breakfast Club
The Ring
The Shawshank Redemption*
Top Gun
Trainspotting
*My personal favorites, ones that I believe are "Must See Movies"
Sunday, January 05, 2003
The Power of the Soul
a poem, by Michael Sherrillo
Throw your blows; throw your words,
Throw sticks and curses,
Throw rocks, throw lies.
Beat at my flesh with your fist,
Cut me with your voice.
Rip my skin and flail my dignity.
Take all I own, steal all which I hold dear,
Come at me day or night,
Quench the flames of life
That burn in my mortal eyes.
Shackle my body,
Leave it on the highest mountain,
Sink it in the deepest sea.
But I will not be stopped,
Still my soul will fight.
You may be able to cease my heart from beating,
Still my gasps and forever close my eyes.
But the passion my dead heart carried,
The truths which my now covered eyes saw,
And the powers that these hold...
You can never touch,
And no one can ever destroy.
I will live on.
a poem, by Michael Sherrillo
Throw your blows; throw your words,
Throw sticks and curses,
Throw rocks, throw lies.
Beat at my flesh with your fist,
Cut me with your voice.
Rip my skin and flail my dignity.
Take all I own, steal all which I hold dear,
Come at me day or night,
Quench the flames of life
That burn in my mortal eyes.
Shackle my body,
Leave it on the highest mountain,
Sink it in the deepest sea.
But I will not be stopped,
Still my soul will fight.
You may be able to cease my heart from beating,
Still my gasps and forever close my eyes.
But the passion my dead heart carried,
The truths which my now covered eyes saw,
And the powers that these hold...
You can never touch,
And no one can ever destroy.
I will live on.
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