What ? How? When and where ?
Enough my mind !
These questions are driving me nuts
due to her
I can't ignore her presence
by pretending being blind
Honestly, I've never confessed my feelings to her
since once I try to do so,
hesitation and fear with my soul intertwine
You know what ?
I'm starting to grow white hair
because the convenient way I can do so,
is quite hard to find !
My sweetheart !
Perhaps there are no moments for us
It's because you haven't seen what I carry inside
However, I constantly see your image
floating in the air
a masterpiece with your name combined
I can't say that people as you aren't rare
since you are one of a kind !
Should I describe your teasing smile
that within the unconscious becomes aware ?
or that pretty face of yours
that glows like a sunshine !
Should I talk about your fascinating eyes and hair ?
or the laughter of yours giving people a piece of a mind !
I don't know how to express my feelings to you
Unless by saying I love you !
“I like you” he whispers as we lay intertwined
the touch of he skin and the way he touches my thigh
the corners of my mouth curl up to the sides
My fingers slide along your skin like the wave of the tide
your goosebumps raise as I trail your sides
tho goosebumps are mine and whats yours is mine.
You make my heart skip a beat
You make my soul want to sing
You are the reason for my smile
I'd like it if you stayed a while.
I like the way that our eyes send
Messages. You're my best friend.
I think that there is something more.
We'll see what the future has in store.
But for now, best friends we'll stay
Until that very special day
When we both realize
That what we have is more than "like"
My pet cat licks my face repeatedly; it feels a bit strange
to jut my jaw forward for a feline to lick and make my face wet.
but as I sit my eyes shut, it feels unreasonably nice, then, it dawns:
she is clicking her LIKES on my real Facebook page
the way she knows best.
Eureka! this is my tender Archimedes moment !
the naked truth, reveals itself before me like Venus
why the crazy craving, without rhyme or reason
for LIKES in Facebook and cyberspace;
now, I understand so well.
On being an old soul
It is difficult to be an old soul
Within this world of ours
I’ve only known a few
Who understand its powers
It is easy to see the grand mistakes
Others will take on
It is imperative we let them be
And let them carry on
For it is within each soul’s contract
To decide the path in which their life will take
We must not dissuade them from their destiny
For if we do, it may change their fate.
Mary Carol Ann Like
Copyright June 2014
The path was dark, I walked alone
At times I stumbled to the ground
Though my journey was long and hard
It was impossible to turn around
Of the many paths I could have walked
The one I chose looked clear and bright
The trail was green the air was pure
Oh that I knew, it was devoid of light
At times it seemed the sun came through
And whispered, "You have found the way"
At other times an eerie moon
Eclipsed with black the light of day
Thorns and limbs revealed themselves
I chose to leave its dark deceit
The new path I forged through the brush
Drew blood from skin and tore my feet
Oh what a brilliant choice I made
For a friend was there to help me see
The path I followed blindly at first
Was just not the right one for me
Now the path is clear and bright
I no longer walk it all alone
Along the way I found myself
And finally have made it home
Mary Carol Ann Like
Copyright July 2006
Came out of the heat and into a strange simmering pot;
my mother accepted the responsibility of a baby
for about half an hour or so.
It cried so damn much.
She tried to hand it off to me, and I
dodged that mother-sucker like the plague.
Of the top three things I "don't",
babies are two.
God damn it cried so much.
That's all I have to say.