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“No Man Is An Island”
but that was before smart phones
To text and to tweet
technology’s drones

With ear buds in place
these Stepford’s march on
Virtually connecting
— to what’s already gone

(University of Pennsylvania: June, 2025)
a need to wipe it away.



a tear, a memory pinned,



until we repeat the instruction

to erase, replace, white wash.





the window smeared, is clean

again. with soap and sanctity



washed, aired, ready



for another day.
 Jun 26 Carlo C Gomez
nivek
superfluous wildflowers
too many for the insects

our Island blooms
with the generosity of love.
My worries are weak
Yet pipe dreams for some
I sob over leaks
they sob in wet slums

My roof is above
I’m full when I feed
They don’t eat enough
I’m stuffed as they bleed

Their bullets bone break
They beg for their meals
Their hunger won’t sate
Their fates, soon sealed

Still, I dare complain
While warm, homed, and safe
While they wash blood stains
With drains that drip late

Our savour and scents
And lavish plate stacks  
Their sorrow and cents
Soon spent on scraps

My fears are content
I sleep still each night
I’m scared to present
They’re scared for their life  

But them I can’t free
For them I can’t fight
So I’ll sit with my peace
And keep shutting my eyes
I feel so guilty knowing how lucky I am. People are suffering so much right now while I’m living so comfortably.
 Jun 26 Carlo C Gomez
Chloe
If only there could be
If there could ever be a “we”
I know you have enough
And you can live without
Me, I’m not so sure
Always been left outside

It feels so hard
It’s so hard how you make it easy
I know I have enough
But I don’t have what I need
And maybe I could live without
With you, I feel so sure
I’ll never be alone

Maybe I didn’t pray enough
For it all to become true
It’s miracle enough
That I’ve found myself in this room
But the door will never open
And we can’t transfer

If only there could be
If there could ever be a “we”
I know you have nothing to gain
And everything to lose
Master of manipulation
Do it for the children
Do it for the child
You play a better game than me
It's fair to say, it's plain to see
In terms of distraction
You're better at pretending
That I'm not always there
A silent flare

Radio silence
We don't acknowledge
But I don't need you to
I know I'm a patient pin
Sitting just under your skin

I'm waiting for you to break
To bend, to blow
The process is slow
But the finale will be
The greatest show

How long will you last?
How long before you cave?
Resistance is futile
Give me your attention
It's all that I crave.
 Jun 26 Carlo C Gomez
Caits
you loved me for my innocence
my light
my newness

and like looking back on faded pictures
i sit shaking my head
at how little she knew
and that I wish I could bottle her fearless
trust

but god I can’t blame you
for loving a force of nature

because for all of it
you held her as best as you could

with terror in your eyes and trembles in your hands
that she’d leave

because she was too young to read the signs
and so she cries all the way home
to me

flipping through poems
and what I thought love only was
we lerned how to play,
one letter at a time or
they gets stuck.

badly.
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