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Up again.
Can’t sleep well due to overthinking.
I guess.

1 min- I’m up watching tv, reading poetry, watching funny videos.

1 min- my body is shutting down, quick pass out,
phone in my hand slipping,
half asleep dreaming.

R&B plays
helping me dream better.

A rain storm
randomly appears,
singing its wrath through the skies
keeping me up, mannnn time is flying.

It’s not even supposed to rain tonight til Thursday.
It’s 3:30AM, yet, I swear it was just 2AM.
Alarm gonna go off soon.

If I think, God must be talking to me.
I need to go to bed
xavier thomas Jun 2023
Promise I would learn to respect myself
Sometimes I feel I failed myself
Where we’re going? I’m not sure
Hope love just lies ahead

Life is changing , yet we’re still here
Spoke life into these words
And the path feels unclear
You taught me & the children, “Believe in faith”
I feel closer, but not close enough

Can you show me the way please ?
Can you show me how to grow?
Can you show me how to grow?
Oh, I’m trying to reach the door

Can you show me the way please ?
Can you show me how to grow?
Give me a sign I’m getting closer to you
Oh, I’m trying to reach the door

I wrote those covenants to myself to not break those promises
Mostly for you, few for me
To learn how to love you peacefully
I wrote those covenants to myself to not break those promises
Mostly for you, few for me
To learn how to love you peacefully

Stay so close to you
Don’t want to disappoint you
Stay so close to you
Don’t want to disappoint you

Stay so close to you
Don’t want to disappoint you
Stay so close to you
Don’t want to disappoint you
Frank Acevedo May 2020
Life is something that couldn’t be learned from a book or learned from man cause man isn’t perfect.
But man could teach wisdom and teach other from the wrong doings or mistakes one has encountered in life.
Gray hairs means old age but does not mean he is wise nor smart or god.
We Roam around.
We make ties.
We burn bridges.
We make up.
We stab backs.
We cry but we die but why...
I can’t comprehend this thing called death?
Why does my life have an expiration date?
Wonder what happens after we die Heaven or Hell thats something only the dead knows.
chris Feb 2020
take this road
to the moon

take his hand,
the moon child,

cause that’s how
its supposed to be

all this pain
all this sorrow
that’s our destiny
Sally A Bayan Aug 2017
Colors, have ways of making us soar,
or fall.......they make us buoy...
they, too, can divide and isolate...
long ago,  a magazine
was colored and identified for a reason.....
also,
a kind of blue-sy music, upon which i groove,
...was named for the same reason...
.............a magazine..... a music genre,
became instruments...and parts of
dark and golden moments.......recalled
and enjoyed, every now and then...they're
painted.......registered in people's minds....

life is a magazine of stories, of  poetry...
life is a jukebox...filled with soundtracks
life is an album...a collection of smiles
...of colorful images and emotions
reddish brown at first...turning yellow brown,
with tinges of taupe.......mottled through the years,
turning...into fading shades  of sepia...

i refuse my late summer moments on earth
............to be done in Grisaille,
painted, only in tones of grey and dark green...
...it is written...one day, life would be hued with
subdued colors...the blues, silvers and grays,
...........will be cold as winter...

but, until then,
i'd rather be consumed with liveliness
i would adorn my days with peach and lilac
blossoms, hang fuschia pink pennants
on my wall....to brighten my disposition,
i'd practice...play the guitar once again,
i'll wear my ruffled, dappled-purple skirt,
and yellow converse sneakers when i walk on
the pavement....under blue skies that enhance
greens, and gold...colors that breathe existence
transforming weariness to courage...

wherever...whenever, however possible,
i speak, whisper to  God words of gratitude,
and endless thanksgiving...i  pray for strength.    
and acceptance........prepare myself...when,
.....i, too...would face my own moments,
...............of fading sepia.

Sally

Copyright August 6, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***Sepia is a dye, deep brown in colour, like the colour of very old photographs.

***Grisaille-- is a technique in which a painting is rendered solely in tones of gray, sepia, or dark green.
  *
***Sepia--a magazine for African-Americans which existed from 1947 to 1983.

***In the late 1940s and early 1950s, R & B (rhythm and blues) music was called race music or sepia music.
renzie b Jun 2015
No, don’t tell me I’m perfect.
A lie is never a compliment.
Tell me exactly who I am.
Tell me I’m a pain in the ***,
an uptight, control-freak Asian,
a sarcastic *****,
an emotional wreck,
a nerdy, dorky, silly, insecure girl.
Then tell me you love me for it.
Mike Essig Jun 2015
He spent his day in
hell's reading room,
so now he is trying
to put out the flames
in his brain
which threaten
to consume it
entirely.

He does not try
very hard.

His mind wanders
to death
at a crossroads,
names without meaning,
how so much love
fossilizes in the air.

It grows hotter
and hotter.

His nervous system
recoils in horror
like a defiled angel.

Purity seems the
better choice.

Even though
the flames stretch
out tortured hands,
he tries no harder.

He is lost
in the kingdom
of words.

A kingdom
only burning cleanses.

He hears Cerebrus
barking.

~mce
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