Bitterness--
Like dried, expired chocolate--
Is duller than listening to
Him talk about politics;
Waiting for it to rain
Then watching the sun come out
And hour later;
Craving a new cup of coffee
Only to walk two miles
To the stores to buy new creamer,
And coming home to find the mug
Cold as a ten year old corpse,
And the power is out
So I can’t heat it up
In the microwave.

I go out again,
To Starbucks or to Caribou,
Whoever is more likely
To ***** up my elaborate order
(The former);
I ignore the barista’s niceties,
Disappointed by my own
Social skills;
I chug,
Twenty minutes later
I’m still tired.

More discouraging
Are the shrill voices of my
Authorities;
Angry stirred with
High expectations or, sometimes,
Just angry.
Teaching me their definition
Of quick succession
And looking before leaping;
Yelling at me too…
Smile;
Calling for some…
Appreciation;
Yearning for some
Uncalled for
Domestication.

My head beats its drum,
Because every civil war
Needs a drummer boy
And the battle starts
With a rhythm.

I do sing for you
Even now
The sky is blue
I remember you
I want to call you
To ask if you'd like to meet
Before I go back to the sand-filled
Place on the other side of the nation
Where I'm living now.
But I cannot.
So I'll lay my phone down next to my pillow
And continue sleeping; bitter filled dreaming

tonight we sip our sorrow, bitter
to the point of sweetness
nursing bruised lips, bruised heart--
painful in the way that it burns you
alive,

swaying in our stool,
teetering to the edges and wonder
what it's like to fall, to fall and never
come back,

they ask if we are only halves, only
broken pieces glued into hollowed
body,

but to feel is to exists, and
we're too sad to be anything
other than
whole.

strange things:
the same hands we raise
in victory are those we
lift in surrender, just as
joy is known because
we've tasted the fruit
that sadness yields.

**© Qwey.ku

Success is sweet to taste while failure bitter
Everything is not what everything is,
as it seems,
as it does,
as it initially used to be in the very first place.

In the fast changing world past becomes a thing of past,
over a period of time thing of remote past.
Again after a while present becomes a thing of past and future takes it’s place to become present,
however, even then in the present moment with regards to future life seems and remains uncertain.

Adapt to a change to adopt to the situation so as to make a difference in the future with regards to the present.

Even when thinking the other way round, if everything is what as it seems
Everything is according to what was thought prior,
everything is in it’s place with regards to what was desired,
still if there is a hesitation in taking the next step forward,
definitely somewhere the cause seems to be lost somewhere.

Time now to think again with regards to what was thought prior
Time now to revise before taking the next step forward.

i've been finding myself
burried inbetween
more and more
moments of unspoken anger

i've been learning how to
swallow that **** daily,
just like my *******
birth control

three young soldiers
talking about the women they love
one Friday night, in September

"i love animals and I have-"
click
"you can impress me by taking me-"
click
"don't message me if you're just going-"
click

whats the point of building up my story
if there isn't anyone that can read it

**** me, man
am I really that different from the me I was
8 months ago?