Many times we are enclosed
In a vacuum;
To know what goes on
In the room.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
Musings unheard abound within
In it, self is locked beneath
Negative, positive whatever state it is
Depends utterly on the food it eats
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 4:26 AM UTC
Before
She used to be a few steps away;
only just down the stairway
She always picked when I dialed 'zero';
always very quick to be my hero
She was always by the phone;
and always there when it's time to go home
She was at arms length, always with her arms stretched;
bringing smiles to my face no matter how stressed
She was the face I looked forward to see every morning;
her laughter brought me to life from deep yawning
She made up like no one I've ever met;
with lips softer than the feel of velvet
Now
She is far away from proximity, very far away;
her laughter dims in my head as the days pass away
Her scent has completely disappeared from my trail;
connecting with her comes with multiple fails
Her face becomes blurrier by the day;
the bright light that once shone is now at bay
It seems that once in a blue moon we would only see;
I miss her so much this piece doesn't describe the least for her how I feel
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
I have learnt for myself;
that no one really likes another
without something in it for themselves
This was not told to me
For a price, it was not obtained for free
The true intention of man is not as it seems
From a place of vantage, I stood to see
It seems reserved only for that person that
reflects what they dream of
or portrays their expectations thereof
Sometimes for the sake of true gratitude
or plainly for an outward show of servitude
Sometimes it is for your good books,
your good looks,
or how good your life looks
Who really likes a man that is obscure?
Who dotes on that woman with ugly manicure?
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 6:43 AM UTC