Parley with me in a language I understand,
Talk with your heart and I will listen,
I will forever be there where you ask me to,
My submission is absolute and undeniable,
I will not betray your path,
I will not deviate,
You can ask me what you ask all,
You may not get the same answer,
It will be brutal, but measured in truth,
It will be loyal, but measured in words,
I will love you with all,
I will love you my child.
morning dew was never visible anymore
but only night lights and cold breeze
the sun sets when i rose
from the deep sleep
and dinner is ready
i can smell it from here
midnight comes by so fast
why is it so quick the days have passed?
but it feels like time has stopped.
when i happen to see your face
when i feel your warm embrace
when i look at those eyes
Oh my... * you're such a blessing in *disguise
when things have crossed it lines
when you became mine...
all these things have been the favorite memories of mine...
You looked at me in that way
That a dog stares helplessly
At the unrelenting traffic passing by.
You looked at me, and the gusts
Of winds blowing this/that way,
Seemed a bit more sure than you.
You stare at me, trying not to
Linger on my eyes, and open
and close your mouth, almost saying.
You, again, and forever,
Walk away, and before you leave
You turn and make time shatter between us.
And you mumble something,
Under your breath, I can only understand
"What do I know
What do I know"
remind me not to listen to my friends
when they say, "he totally likes you"
remind me not to listen to myself
when i think, "maybe he likes me"
remind me not to listen to him
when he says, "i missed you"
or when he complements me,
or when he says "oh my god" in bed
fuck his words
fuck his sweet, deceiving words
they never mean shit
i can hope so hard,
and wish upon 11:11 every night
that he would actually have feelings for me
when deep down i know
i'm only good for his satisfaction
what good am i doing
waiting for him,
desiring his scent and sound
pretending that he feels things for me
when i know it couldn't possibly be true
because he's him
who was i trying to fool,
I like the rain and I know you do too. I can only hope that the coming storm is the kind of storm that we like. I like your thoughts, the way they shimmer in the light. and now I need you to know that when the sky is a mass of discontent, and when all of the lights go out, I just want you to feel something.
our lives are fraught with numbers
so many fractions of a second faster in a race
most wins on record best jury votes
highest flight deepest dive most goals
meters of rising sea levels
millions of refugees and more displaced
tens of thousands honor killings
thousands of deaths with Ebola
millions of Zika virus victims next year
billions of deficit or profit in import/export
or the stock exchange
votes in elections or for beauty queens
polls tweets virtual friends & followers
likes on the social media on hellopoetry
we have been taught to measure our status
our importance and the significance of our lives
in clicks of other peoples’ digital devices
even our time has been reduced to numbers
the digital has long replaced the comprehensive
instead of the round dial that shows 12 hours
suggesting the duration of a normal day
we have a punctual display without the whole
the cyclical has lost against the linear
we all look forward to our numbered future
no past and very little present
our hands on smart phones homes TVs
pushing a button makes things move
swishing a screen displays the world
over all that we easily forget
that we ourselves have been reduced to numbers
of customers for businesses
of voters for the politicians
of workers for the corporations
of citizens for our nations
digital quantities is what we have become
and if we take a global view
we are a part of seven billion plus
that currently inhabit our earth
all of which do expect their individuality
be honored and their dignity respected
numbers don’t honor individuality
they simply count the units
items or people are for them the same
it’s left to us to find a way
that leaves the numbers in their place
yet guarantees us dignity
as individual members of the human race
Why is it that on a website where we are said to revel in the beauties of poetry one may write few words of their current state and receive the world, but too many leads them to a lone path of truth and self-discovery.
One too many words to tell how true you hear your soul, may cause others to tip-toe by, but if you say one word we've all heard then people say hi.
p.s. the last line rhyming wasn't on purpose.