Born - Hello Poetry

Born Mar 2018

324

Its 3:24 am
My mind is still lost in the woods
Or is it the intoxicating reality
shoved down my throat
that blurs my thoughts
from accessing different avenues
of what could have been

324 times he tried calling
But you missed the calls
Missed the love
he longed to pour
Missed the story
that could have been

She tried to forgive you 3 times
but she couldn't almost always
sit around and fret
2 times, she caught you
4 times, you swore never again
but
your tale is that of oil and water
you couldn't have been

Born Feb 2018

^

A sultry melodious voice echoed
the sky is here for the stars to shine

Born Feb 2018

The opening

In the name of God, the infinitely Compassionate and Merciful.
Praise be to God, Lord of all the worlds.
The Compassionate, the Merciful. Ruler on the Day of Reckoning.
You alone do we worship, and You alone do we ask for help.
Guide us on the straight path,
the path of those who have received your grace;
not the path of those who have brought down wrath, nor of those who wander astray

Born Jan 2018

simple

When I write a poem about earth
I want you to shut the **** up and read
despite your constant bragging
that you are a feminist
a painful journey bestowed upon yourself
Which you truly can't comprehend

When I say money isn't happiness
I mean go and get it tattooed
engraved
Embedded
In your head that it ain't happiness

When I talk about love
I want you to know it can easily be broken
It is fragile like glass
and light like a feather

When I say loneliness will always creep in
know that pain and suffering is at the door
life on all levels can hauntingly disappoint us
but the marvelous grand thoughts of hope
Keep us moving