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 May 2017 Gaffer
Sally A Bayan
~~~

knowing your joys,
           seeing your smiles,
                   God, i am happiest!

knowing your pain,
                why do i feel them all?
                             why do i hurt the more?

~~~

Sally

   Copyright 2014
                     Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
This is a repost...an old poem from 2014, about.how it feels to be  a parent, esp. a mother...
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS OUT THERE!!!
 May 2017 Gaffer
S Smoothie
What do you feel when theres no empathy that could possibly resonate?
What do say when no words can offer comfort?
What can you do when words freeze at the edges of your lips and dont dare come out because it doesnt begin to cover gape left open?
They might as well plunge to the depths of the abyss.

What can you do?

You hug.
 May 2017 Gaffer
wordvango
At first, it was lies to tell girls
Friday night at the pub
I have this Trust my rich parent's left me, just a million
a year, **** them,
or I just passed the bar, gonna be a lawyer, hey hey , let me buy you a drink.
That is how I studied
storytelling.
I was bested many a times.
This cutie pie stayed wide eyed
near and laughed too loud at all
my jokes and acted helpless
with a cue in her hand, one fateful night.
I should have realized her game was better,
when she jumped the two ball and sunk
the eight, like it was an accident.
It was getting later and the crowd was thinning out
and we played Pac-Man together.
She had this gleam in her eye.
She asked did I want a ride in her 'vette.
My eyes lit up .
Hell's Yes I said, emphatically!
I paid the tab and followed her out to
the barely lit
parking lot, all
the time looking left and right,
wanting to see a Corvette and hoping it was red.
She took my hand led me to this little white Chevette!
I fell instantly
in love.
 May 2017 Gaffer
Dany The Girl
I'm sitting underneath a bridge.
It's very old; almost 200 years old, to be exact.
And while I sit under this bridge, the Earth erupts.
It shakes violently.
I know I shouldn't be under this rickety old concrete bridge,
but I seem to find myself not wanting to move.
The water drips from the ceiling
Onto my face and neck.
I'm scared.
The world around me appears to be crumbling down,
and all I can do is sit here and watch it **** me.
Kinda wish everyone would leave me alone.
Kinda wish Mark would answer me.
Kinda wish my only friend wasn't my cat.
Kinda wish the world wasn't terrible.
Kinda wish you weren't just as terrible.
Kinda wish I was asleep.
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