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 Aug 2016 Miameyzingg
Joel M Frye
Comes a time
when the mathematics
of the years
becomes more about
- than +,
÷ rather than x.

When wisdom gained
< vitality lost,
and dis-ease > health.

A good night's sleep
and some energy ≈
happiness.

Living is
tangential
to survival,
and not
necessarily
congruent.
I realize I've lost most casual readers with this one.  Today, I don't care.
 Aug 2016 Miameyzingg
TheBigShut
This morning I looked in those small brown eyes.
I saw the past and present
At a same time.

My heart's start choking
And tears just fell down.
Her pure heart and humble  eyes crushed me apart.
An for the first time
I felt stars stumbling in the sky
I love you mom
please, don't forget about me.
I know that you told me you won't,
but everyone lies once in a while.
please, don't forget about me.
you said I was too important,
but you'll meet new people, so
please, don't forget about me.
as the world changes,
and you go through it and grow,
please, don't forget about me.
we went through a lot together,
but now you'll go through more on your own.
please, don't forget about me.
as more distractions come your way,
even if you can only remember for a little while,
please*, don't forget about me.
"Oo",* ang sagot ko,
dalawang taong hatid sundo.
Mga araw na hindi sigurado
kung ano ba talaga tayo.

"Oo", ang sagot ko,
Buong buhay ko
Ngayon lang ako naging sigurado
'Di ko maiikakait pintig ng puso.

"Oo", ang sagot ko,
Salamat dahil hanggang sa dulo
Hinintay **** tumibok muli ang puso
Di ka napagod, di ka huminto.

"Oo", ang sagot ko,
Mga matatamis na pangako
Mga araw na ikaw lang at ako
Tunay ngang pag-ibig ang nakita ko sa'yo.
Oo means Yes. "Yes", i answered.
 Aug 2016 Miameyzingg
Veronika
the window looking through me
tracing my steps as i walk away
you're behind it, intruding
the sun sinks

lamp lights push me
the path bends my waist

now she's a memory  
one of the prisoners behind your curtains
these spirits you hold captive
to whom you couldn't give back
Away.
You are so away.
The very word that comes into my mind when I think of you—
when I think of us.
For years now,
we have been thousands of miles away from each other’s arms.
We have been used to it.
This distance never came nearer.
Even becoming farther as time pass,
with us,
treading on different directions.
You are sure and happy that you are there;
I am sure and happy that I am here.
And so we stayed,
wherever we are.
Nobody wants to give up.
Nobody wants to pull the other one
to his or her side of the world.
We both wanted to stay,
from where we are—
away.
Should we stay? Or stay away?

— The End —