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Erica B. DiUlio contributed 3 poems to the
September 26, 2000 edition of Zzang and 2 poems to the November 28, 2000 edition.
Take the Time to Tie Your Shoes
How long does it take to tie our shoes?
What is it that we’re trying to
get out of?
Haven’t we all pulled that move?
Haven’t we all been the Holy Men?
Why is it we turn our eyes, avert
our attention?
Why is it that we all aren’t the
Samaritan?
We know what we should do, but we
don’t.
We see that beaten man by the side
of the road.
So we put our heads down, and
untie our shoes.
We turn the other way.
He
cries,
He
dies.
How
long will we be tying our shoes?
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Time to Step Outside
It’s time to step outside my dear
And leave your warm nutshell.
No longer can I protect you
But it is not by choice.
You must now meet the cruel, cold world.
You must know war and hate.
You
must feel pain, it’s masked as love.
It’s not all that you think.
It’s time to cry and know of fear
And scream where no one is.
It’s time for you to lose your mind.
It’s time to step outside.
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Train Tracks up My Arms
the train ran up my arms
my veins serve as its tunnel
the train went on its journey
it soon crashed into my brain
I then got off that engine
but the tracks still remain
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Storm
I
am free to smile when it rains
because no one can see
my tears.
The
lightning crashes and the thunder
shakes the house.
I
run outside.
The rain comes down like a quilt.
I
can barely see my hands in front of me.
A grin comes across my face.
I
let out a loud, healthy laugh.
Throwing
my arms up in the air
I allow the wind to lead me
in its waltz.
I
am free!
But the rain starts to let up.
The lightning and thunder
cease to roar.
I
see the clouds being to part
And the sun begins to shine.
My
grin fades and my eyes are once again,
sad.
I
miss the rain . . . because:
I am free to smile when
it rains
Because no one
can see
my tears.
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Here I Am
Fear
creeps up on me in the most
awkward of times.
My
pulse races and my breaths
shorten.
I
feel a thousand eyes on me
That are nowhere to be seen.
My
vision starts to fade.
White . . .
Black.
I
fall to my knees, and bury my head
in my
hands.
A
steady stream of tears and screams
flow out of
me.
I
collapse further.
Confusion
and sorrow cover my
Limp body and baffled soul.
Fear
. . .
I
begin to regain a sense of
security.
I
stand and wipe off the tears.
Smile.
Pretend.
Lie
I
pick up where I left off.
Lost and cold.
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