each day has passed by
while lives have been passed on
fights have been fought for
most unaware of war
it’s been a lonely trip
for most not for all
children, friends, and family
separated; what’s more
than a phone call?
the world is lost
where does it go from here?
do we act like nothing has happened
do we continue somehow
do we fake live in fear?
I refuse to put a halt to
this experience now
let us work together to heal
and save humanity
but how?
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already
good enough.
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
In a direction facing
the lights and sun
I look out the window often
and admire
what I’ve won
I’ve won the
privilege
to exist where
I only had dreamed
to be a figment of real life
than pigment on the screen
the sky is not clear
but not completely
crowded with grays
I could look out
day and night
every step
in a gaze
I feel a handshake
from this place
I’ve been living
it senses I belong here
and it reassures me
that I’m winning.
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
the feeling
of not
having something
that you
most certainly
do
have
is a feeling
i wish
i never
felt.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC
Strings have been cut
thus cutting the attachment
memories lost
some are completely forgotten
I have no loving to spare
only respect, still no cares.
for doing what’s best
not just for you
but for me.
you’ll be glad once you've left.
hopefully
soon enough
someone
will leave.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
Its a shot of
the same thing
every time
the sting
from how
fast paced it
runs
through your
veins
it pains you
to feel the pain
but relieves you
of old stains
walk carefully
and instead
of walking back
walk away
not slow
nor fast
but gradually.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 1:18 AM UTC
A subject
I've never been good at
it's a
subject
often spoken
about.
What did I learn?
you say.
Not so sure
I add.
What I found
was subtracted and
what was lost
Unexpected.
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
The sun
at its highest
waking up anyone
in its path
laying there
beating heart
and a breathing chest
we were
never tired before;
comfort hits.
A laugh
appears
obnoxiously attractive.
Half asleep
meaning
aware of what we’re doing
yet unaware of what will
happen
to doze off into
a sudden yet needed
dream,
A dream to my
sweet reality.
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC