the bird on fire

I Am

I am awesome Hugh
I wonder why I am so handsome
I hear people whispering about me
I see girls peek at me
I want to know why I am so popular
I am awesome Hugh
I pretend to be a star when I grow up
I feel I would be someone like Nicolas Cage
I touch the Academy Award
I worry I do not have enough room for awards
I cry because no one is as good as me
I am awesome Hugh
I understand excellent people are always lonely
I say I need to change myself
I dream of being normal
I try to be normal
I hope to be normal
I am awesome Hugh
It is too hard to be normal
–Hugh Hu

What do men want?

I want a white shirt.
I want it clean and fit.
I want it very dazzling; I want to keep it
Until somebody makes it tear.
I want it tight and straight
This shirt, . . . .
What’s in the sky? I want to walk up it.
Walk the road past open and vast, past the school crowded and full of vigor,
Past Mr. And Mrs. Sam jogging on the road, past their big house.
I want to walk with everybody on the earth; I’m the No.1 guy in this world.
And I want that white shirt perfect.
I want it shining.
You best be loyal about me
To show me how much you care about me
Or anything like that.
When I want it, I’ll pull my white shirt and my suit
from their case like I’m choosing a friend to go with me into this world, through the blood and sweat too,
And I ‘ll wear that white shirt like a performance, like a show.
It’ll be the wonderful cloth.
Dress me, and fly me up.
–Michael Ma

What do women want?

I want to understand men,
but I know that is impossible.
I want to live every day
like it would be my last day in my life.
I want to come somewhere,
where everybody says: Je-sus, she looks beautiful.
I want to just sit with you and listen to your stories.
I want a freedom and understanding.
I want to improve someone’s day,
just smile and be nice, you know.
I want to look at you and know that you are
the only one on this planet and you’ll never
disappoint me. I need you to support me,
love me and never leave me.
I want to be sure that if I fall down one day,
you will be there to pick me up.
I want to live, love and enjoy this wonderful
world.
–Anna Kleckerova

What does he really want?

You think he wants the fancy suit or that nice pair of jeans
You think he wishes he had that hot new red sports car
You think he will be happy with a ton of cash or that overpriced steak
You think he’ll accept that nice warm home-cooked meal and a good night sleep without the early morning
But what you don’t know is he is happy . . .
With the early morning, the kiss goodbye,
and the warm hug when he comes home . . . .
–Kyler Deshpande