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I discussed the universe with the
internet
I wiki'd what it meant to have
free will
I read the hate from the
Christians
I read the hate from the
Atheists
I raised my questions to the
sky
tossing my hopes
upward
my hands are open
my palms are up
"please sir,
may I have some more?"
I am so
hungry
Where is my manna?
I turned water into coffee this morning
and sat by the four corner light box
while reading a book
that taught me not to judge it by its cover.
The twisted crooks
that the story entails
the end trails of coke heads
that still drop slowly down the walls of
East Harlem.
I turned water into coffee this morning
and sat by the four corner light box
and all of its massive holiness
creating a halo around my entire body
without fearing a bullet would come rushing in
and **** me dead
I sat and read of another universe where
life and love still exist
but in a way I could not bring myself to condone
I turned water into coffee this morning
and sat by the four corner light box
with a dark shadow created by the backlit room
safe and in place
just wishing I was one of the twisted crooks
the story entailed
with my end trails in a little more danger
than when
I turned water into coffee this morning
and sat with the purity of my whiteness,
by the four corner light box
while reading another universe
and doing nothing about it.
I have not grown accustomed
to the sound of your messages.
Their presence did little to assure,
nor did their absence cause unsettling.
Today, however,
I must admit
that I have waited for that bell.
My heart salivated
at the sound of passing bicycles,
hoping finally it was you
remembering the love
you have left waiting.
I wonder:
How could you have conditioned me
to anticipate something
that has never been constant anyway?

for j.e.
*013115
This is the promise that I'll keep,
I will try to have a long sleep,
A long sleep that would be so deep,
That I can't hear my cellphone's beep.

Oh, I'm so tired of all this work,
I am trying to do my best,
But my boss is a one big dork,
He thinks I'm just one of the rest.

I never thought that earning money,
Could be as hard as raising child,
But please remember this honey,
All things in the world could turn wild.

I just want to embrace my bed,
Forget all my problems and sleep,
'Cause in my dreams I would have fled,
This is the promise that I'll keep.
Imma newbie
Not perfect, not grand;
Not too plain, but as simple as that;
Yet cryptic and reserved;
Too typical for a youngster
Who totally forgot that one could actually understand
And that there could be someone who has the same stand.

All my life, I have been in quest.
In revealing all the rest.
Very eager to know it myself.
When my mind finally unlocks itself.

I've gone through ups and downs.
Including those abrupt turns from left to right.
I still really don't know how
but somehow I have managed to stay relaxed and upright.

Now everyone wants to know,
The real girl inside.
Who is the real I?
Even the most basic of questions seems to be very hard.
That in my 17 years of existence;
The answer is still no where to be found.
If life goes smoothly and wonderfully ,then                                                           Then I have to be happy ,but                                                                                  Not at all ...                                                                                                                We all love our works and our jobs ,but                                                                Nothing goes perfect                                                                                               Simply because there are some people who                                                           Go fishing in the muddy water ...                                                                           Nothing remains great anytime                                                                               Simply because there are some who look for troubles                                           At work anytime,anywhere,and everywhere ...                                                    There is that ugly harassment that arises only from                                         Those who look for troubles for any reasons ...                                                   Life goes badly with that ugly harassment                                                         Simply because things will go bad ...                                                                   If the employers or if the managers keep silent ,then                                        Everyone and everything will turn up-side-down ...                                          It's very important to be one team rather than                                                  To corner oneself into those troubles                                                                     With that ugly harassment ...                                                                             There are a lot of employees who suffer                                                              Without finding any solution ...                                                                             That ugly harassment never brings people ,but                                                It cracks all people's relationships                                                                         For all reasons whatsoever ...                                                                                There is a pretty formula that links employees                                                  To all employers to fix any problem anytime                                                    Before it's over ...                                                                                                    ___________________­__
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