If there is anything,
Anything in the world that I could possibly do,
Then name it.
I hate seeing you sad.
I love to see your smiling face,
But we cant smile forever,
I love you,
It will all be ok.
Everything that happens,
Its has a reason.
Love has a way or working itself out.
I love you.
Could it be that its finally happened to me..
Am I really smiling at the though of, we..
How could it be, how didn't I see,
Gods plan to place you perfectly with me..
“I feel very dependent on people’s mood and that’s a really bad addiction because you’re always expecting something good when it’s not up to your own actions.
You think people can make you happy but the thing is
They don’t even know how you feel about them and most of the time, they just don’t fucking care.
They like you for a day and find you annoying.
When they see you, they’re smiling but they hate you in secret.
They wanna make you believe you’re a nice person
But stab you in the back when they talk to other people.
What’s gone wrong I wonder and who are they?
I found out they were closer than I’d like to own up.
My neighbors, my classmates
Former friends or students I’ve talked to once cause they asked for my help.
They’re everywhere and think the same.
They swear on truth but their mouths speak poison
Their eyes are snakes and whatever they say, it’s a lie that comes out.
How can they be honest when they’re lying to themselves?
They don’t know about love, about trust.
I hate how they pretend to be free when they’re just lost but they don’t know it
They’re ignorant and they’re mean and I’m so sick of their tricks
I’d do anything to make them see it.
It’s hurtful and destructive
The anger won't wear off
And I wanna stop believing they know what they’re capable of.
Someday they’ll wake up and realize it’s useless to claim they don’t care
Cause they don’t know it but they do.
That’s a thing they hate to admit but they should.
And it’s alright to be weak
Being true isn’t a flaw.
Stop kicking your heart so hard
It’s just waiting for you to grow".
Stood way out there,
And ran all his fingers
Through his hair.
He took a deep breath
As the morning arose,
Smiling so wide
That it wrinkled his nose.
He saw on the horizon
A crackle of rain -
And touches of dew
Resting on his new cane.
But when Thurgood paused
And peered over his lawn,
And studied his yard
In the new light of dawn,
He kicked at his heel
Like an old Mother Hen.
And he grumbled aloud,
"Oh no, not again!"
He followed the Quiltwork
Patch Grass to the side,
Where the Fennilen Fern
And the Trugg usually hide,
Through the green, where
The collups and roses were set,
All needing a pruning he
Hadn't faced yet.
And there it was,
Still tugging the string,
That wicked and
Pimply pompous old thing.
Standing there near the hill,
Right beside an old post,
Where it could drink in the morning,
And gaze down the coast.
"Five times you've been planted,"
Said good Fenwick that day.
He was well wearied and worn.
His head almost gray.
"You did not like the corner,
Where the daffodils grow.
You did not care for the tulips,
Row upon row."
"You turned away from the Ivy
That climbs to the sea.
You are a most contentious,
And troublesome tree."
"Was the fence near the gate
Not a worthy estate?
That you had to pull free,
And run toward the sea?"
"The poplars were kind,
But you turned clear away.
I wonder just what
You are thinking today."
But the tree did not nod,
As far as Thurgood could tell.
For it could taste the sweet ocean,
And feel her waves swell.
It watched the soft moon
Drifting low in the sky,
And stretched out its branches
Ever so high.
And Thurgood shook his head,
And with an inkling of pride
Said, "Does this make you happy?"
And he smiled wide.
He turned on his heels,
And watched the soft sea.
Today there was quiet
Along this emerald key.
Her waves gently licking
The shoreline hello,
And morningtime greeting
Her usual glow.
"It is a nice view,"
He heard himself say.
As dawn gently tap-tapped
To nature's soiree.
And he grinned, "You old codger.
Have it your way.
And a good mornin' to you.
I believe this is your day."
Copyright © 2013 Richard D. Remler
"Even if I knew that tomorrow
the world would go to pieces,
I would still plant my apple tree."
I like you in the backseat of the car.
The first time
I took long (stabilising) breaths
because you were so close
that I could taste your aftershave
I could only focus on your close proximity
and I bit my lips to stop myself from smiling
pretend to enjoy the scenery
even though your face
is a perfect landscape
that not even Monet
I fell asleep in the backseat
The driver guided by the
but I was guided by you
as you put your head on my shoulder first
saying it was okay
no-one knows us here
in the confined space
except the pair of eyes occasionally
flickering to me and you
through the rear view
I haven't been able to close my eyes
and sleep next to someone
for so long
because I'm still a little afraid
of the dark
and even more afraid of the darkness
in my own mind
but the possibility of nightmares
jumps the gun on them all
and scares me to death.
But you got me to sleep
and let me stay there
even though I murdered your arm
with my head
like I nearly did once to my own body
held my head to your shoulder
pulled me a little closer
as we went over the speed bumps
as if you wanted me have me one less disruption in my life
even if it was only for a moment.
I begged time to slow down
let me stay here
because maybe if the clock hands
my hands can move
our fingers will become as intertwined
as our complementary minds.
my head is on the pillow
but it's not as comfortable as your shoulder
nor is it as warm as your arms
because I like you in the backseat of the car.
do you like me in the backseat too?
(i like you in the backseat of the car.
do you like me in the backseat too?)
i am always in bed, but never asleep
and constantly smiling, but never at peace
by myself, but never alone
it's me that you're haunting
we've been down this road
to the therapist, and then back home
i've said this before
please leave me alone
Sometimes I sit on my bed
Looking at your picture
Your smiling face
Your bright eyes
Oh how wonderful
You made my life
Sometimes I cry & put on Pink Floyd
We used to listen together
About life and struggles
We would talk deeply
We were the only deep ones
That's right, just you and me
Sometimes I wonder where your spirit has gone
Are you soaring in nature?
Are you smiling down from heaven?
That beautiful smile I miss so much
How I wish to see your face
How I wish for one last touch
Sometimes I feel my memories start to fade
But all it takes is a smell
Or a song, maybe an image
And they all rush back to me
At times it can feel so real
Can't believe I lost you completely
Your death is my reminder
To never waste a second
I love you my best friend, my lover
And I'll always long for you
And I'll always cherish all
That we ever went through
Shasha: If you like then u should’ve put a ring on it.
Emily: A.) not the right song b.) not singing time yet C.) What’s your name?
Shasha:BUT I WANT TO SING !!! And I’m Natasha
Emily: Sorry about that folks I’m Emily. We are the Purple People Peepers
Shasha: Purple is the color peeping is the uhm.... Dollar??
Emily: Well who here knows about the smurfs?
Audience hoots and hollers
Emily:Well sometimes if I embarrass Natasha enough she looks like a smurf.
ShaSha: You weren’t supposed to tell people.
ShaSha: Emily shush its my turn.
Emily: Well alright.
Shasha: We’re gonna be singing!
Emily: Yeah... What song?
Shasha: We Wish You A Merry Christmas!
Emily: (Gives Shasha a sarcastic look) And A Happy New Year?
Shasha: What song is that?
Emily: (Gives Shasha a confused look) Or, we can sing the song we planned on singing.
Shasha: (Smiling) Okay! (Turns and looks at Emily, very confused) What song is that?
Emily: I Want You Back by
Shasha: Cher Llyod!
Emily: No, The Jackson 5.
Shasha: The band?
Emily: (Gives her another sarcastic look) Yes, Natasha, the band. The group, Sweetie, The Jackson 5 is a group.
Shasha: I know, when are we gonna start singing?
Emily: Right now.
Shasha: Great! Who’s singing first?
Emily: I don’t know!!! How about Hermes??Maybe Jesus??
Shasha: \What does that have to do with the song?
Emily: Really? I hadn’t thought about that *sarcasticalIy
Shasha: Because you’re not smart like me. (smiles and points at herself proudly)
Emily: Yeah.....thats why.....
All I've ever wanted is a peaceful life...
even that I cannot achieve overnight.
War doesn't always mean getting against others into fight..
Sometimes, it's a battle within the same person inside.
I talk so loud just to make it stop.
I even hide, pretending through laughs...
But, that facade is not enough...
Maybe, I am not that tough.
It can keep me up til short hand strikes three.
Until when will I have to deal with thee?
Just unfair if only I can see..
In this for sure, I will be able to win..
I'm not crying but my heart is weeping.
I'm smiling but I don't feel like laughing..
I'm walking but I don't know where I am going..
I've been asking questions but You are not answering.
Away with the angels,
Mandela, he flies away with brilliant wings,
Joyfully smiling with heavenly beings,
He leaves behind, hypocrites, and crocodile spells.