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Mohd Arshad  Jun 2017
Mohd Arshad Jun 2017
Night is golden
If the day is spent for good deeds......
Fish The Pig  May 2014
Fish The Pig May 2014
The performers stand with their backs turned,
awaiting to be called.
Each one filling with emotion.
It's their last show,
their last improvisational moment with each other,
before they depart for what is most likely, forever.
They have tears in their eyes,
comedy to cover it up.
The audience is crying too,
repeating "Aws" and "ohs"
and there I am,
crying too.
Half because it's sweet,
and I'll miss their existence,
and half,
because I know that that will never be me.
When I depart,
it will be quietly
and with the usual ****** on my chest.
Who will be there to weep for me?
Who will be there to notice I am gone?
These actors, so glorious,
their absence is impossible to miss
and it makes you feel sad inside...
And I cry,
I cry for them and the others,
and a bit of each tear
is dedicated to the absence
no one will notice
when I depart.
By death,
by choice,
by life,
I'll disappear,
and there'll be no one there
to hug me
and miss me
and laugh to cover their tears.
I'll just go,
on my own,
filled with memories
of the actors who departed
with a family holding hands around them,
hurting from the longing and love.
I'll just go.
and the only tears,
will not be for me.
Michael John Dec 2018
he was kind
**** saw eh
aws nkdi..!

but messed up

they met
heyt tem

but didnĀ“t
reh tob..

she did nt

they went
their separate
kind words to ais
K D Kilker  Apr 2023
Rs and Ss
K D Kilker Apr 2023
When I was younger, I
struggled with my aws
and ethes; teachers tried
showing me to form
my mouth and played Go Fish
and Jenga with me;
and those blessed women
just wanted me to speak,
and the more I spoke,
the better I got; so
I'll speak though I shake;
sometimes, a lot.

— The End —