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Is a pessimist
an unhappy chap if his
day has no mishap
haiku?, serynu?
 Apr 2013 Relyn Anne Ramos
JL
For I've another soul to help me bear it.
The walls were built about my heart
But they were only tinder burnt away by first-glances
The eyes
Glacial blue piercing as the two edged sword between my ribs
Hair flame red long cascading upon her marble shoulders
The steeple of her breastbone shall I worship
Burning incense to the name of her lips carnation petal pink
Her Laugh as an hundred bird songs caught within wings flapping
Honeysuckle lashes droop curled dancing in a summer wind
Cheekbones apple carved blushing at my foolishness
Her hands well known to children
Sewing needles and pens
With hips seaside water crashing
She bumps against me in the ancient dance
Testing me to see if I'll withstand the winter wind
Who am I to boast?
What have I to offer?
She looks into my eyes only
Not into my coffers
 Apr 2013 Relyn Anne Ramos
st64
1.
This century
His end may not make the news
Nor for this year
Nor this month.



2.
But for this day
His end would make serious dent
As he holds her hand
To weather this storm.



3.
Yes, on their knees, they sob
For 'tis not only his end
Which would mark heavy plight
Three felt it in this sad twist.



4.
Beautiful burden....
Gone for good.
Tears bring back nought:
They both lost out....this day.



S T, 12 April 2013
Title is deliberately awkward.

Two people in suffering, yet grow ever closer......having gone through a (late) spontaneous abortion.
 Apr 2013 Relyn Anne Ramos
Mia
45 minutes ago
I was madly in love.
drawing up plans
To come spend my life with you
But that was before...
You changed that with a few words.
You told me you weren't sure.
That we should wait a while,
Think about it some more.
And in that instant.
I knew you didn't want this.
I hoped it was jitters,
and yet still i knew.
We wouldn't make an hour,
A day, a month, a year.
A lifetime like i thought.
How do you erase forever
In a swift flow of words so gently spoken?
Do i walk the paths we did together now alone?
Should i cower from places we went?
That restaurant with a wall reserved for photos to mark the passage of time.
Its so easy for you to turn your back.
Who cast the lot so i kept all the memories?
I can barely breathe as i think of the past.
I miss you already.
60 minutes after you said goodbye.
i wish i could stop my hands trembling
As i reach for my phone.
No message from you to tell me it's ok.
I scroll through your messages.
Playful you,
Serious you.
The you who cared.
I will time to stop and mourn my loss.
For with you i had eternity
And now it stretches forlorn and empty wrecking me.
My time stopped, 45 minutes ago.
I've learned I can't please everyone embraced my haters
I'm happy with myself not trying to be someone I'm not
I love myself more I'm one if a kind not like the rest
Others might not agree and protest I hope one day they understand
See the world my way I'm responsible for what I say
I've learned it's not my responsibility to if you don't understand
You might hate who I respect but your views don't influence my judgement
Treat me bad you won't get a response your nit going to bully or throw fits to get your way
Thinking of how to be a better me
Which means everything
I never gave into your way get over yourself
I'm me not you the difference is I'm true while your cold and blue
my sister's garden
is looking really gorgeous
it's full of pretty blooms
I. Head

Listen to his yapper, take the spittle
to your ear. Do not hesitate. Learn this.

When he’s done. All silent like a coin-ran-out
jukebox, breathe
easy.

Easy like how it should be.

Swing your head all the way
to Mars, release it like a slingshot,

and as your vision blacks out
and the blood flows down,

know how your head is like
a rock that could open his head:

his everything.

II. Arms & Palms

If necessary, you have
blades. Palms and arms
stretching like a sturdy
machete.

Use that ****
good.

Hit ‘em hard—

like the way it should
hurt ‘em bad!

III. Legs

You stand on
a battering ram;

And if that wall won’t budge,
find the right strength

and push. Push.

Push.

IV. Torso

When he whispers how huge
you’ve become; do not doubt
them. Know that you are a wall

that could
finally stop them

for good.

V. ******* and ***

You are more than
a set of sleeping
utilities tonight—

and the next night—

and the next—

and the next;

till you sleep
for permanence.
 Apr 2013 Relyn Anne Ramos
st64
Let floodgates open wide
Heaven's gate ajar
Blind to your tears.


.........
.....
...
.


S T, 12 April 2013
Just love the rain, such a season
Now....smile, whatever the reason.  

:)
Baroness
Thatcher
hath
died
few
people
in
Britain
have
cried
they
haven't
forgotten
her
days
of
leading
their
nation
and
how
she
left
them
in
such
deprivation
s­he
ruled
with
very
little
concern
for
those
who
were
by
her
policie­s
burned
she
the
iron
lady
who
in
the
eighties
caused
the
British­
people
an
almighty
malady
he partook of her
scrumptious piece of tasty fruit
he craved for more
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