Can you, please, not call me?
Let my mind be free
I need some time alone
And a place that I can call my own
I want everyone to go away
I want some silence for at least a day

The sun may not rise, for all I care, at all
I’ll ignore every call
I’ll pretend I don’t exist
And I’ll delete every call I’ve missed
I’ll imagine that the world has died
And that I’ve finally comitted my suicide

Oh, and at the end, how good I’ll feel
Even though I know it isn’t real
I’ll just pretend that all is dream
And my eyes again can start to gleam
Just like then, for sure
When everything seemed pure

I just want to close my eyes
Until the dead ones rise
And I can join them then, at last
With everything but with my past

So I’m begging you, don’t make a blunder
Do not call me, just lose my number

"Hi"
*That voice,
that one simple word,
it sends my heart into a frenzy,
leaves me sighing of happiness,
fills me with the warmth
of a calm
inferno.
It was my after school tradition,
make myself fall for him again.
His dad was usually home by 2pm,
but we almost always go lucky.
I wouldn't trade that time
for anything.
We could go hours,
just relying on the sounds of out voices,
chatting away through the silence of our homes.
Never once have we or will we become bored of one another.
That's what we love best.

All you
need is
him.
Call to
him
when
you are
lonely.
Call to
him
when
you are
weak.
But most
importantly
call to him
when you're
strong.
Call to him
when you're
found.
Call to him
always.
Trust in
him only.

Closure--"No hard feelings",
What's that, you're speeding!
Last words to end a marriage,
That's what you call a stoppage,
Talk about survivor baggage,
That was our cessation,
Mixed marriage of diverse nations,
Not exactly a happy ending,
Is that closure? "No hard feelings!"

You used to tell me “The way you’re living is bad.”
“The way you’re living is terrible.”

You used to point out every little intricate mistake that I was making and every little small detail of my life that ****** you off.

But when I asked you “What I could do to change everything?”

You kept spewing your garbage at me.
So all I did was look at you and say:

“When are you going to realize that you have nothing left to say that I want to hear?”

*“And sooner or later, you’re going to have nothing left to say at all.”

A second, minute, moment, a while
To get this **** into your thick head.

Nothing matters, besides status and wealth
it's all been done, it's all been said

The weak, the poor are used as stepping stones
We are examples of living, breathing, ***** drones

Only one motive; to move to the top of the ladder pyramid
To use the ones who are so dumb founded
For not a second think of the disabled or them flaccid
**** it! Do you not see what a vulture you are?

You abuse the the gift of GOD
don't think near, think real far

You forget to look down and see what's crawling under you
Asking, begging, pleading, crying, crucifying in front of you

You look the other way when you see a crippled or disabled cartoon
Who asks nothing, but an identity too

A cry for humanity, an outburst that lingers
Stop racing, or at least take off the **** blinkers

To see your place in life, and help the needy
Please your Lord, by not being so greedy

Take a moment, re-evaluate your life
Be thankful, be giving, be loving, and caring

Appreciate it all for all what's it's worth
In the end we are all going back to the Sands and pits of the earth

Recognize your wealth of healthy status
And Realize of those who suffer from this prestige
Do not get irritated, this is not just another speech!

Take this as an enlightenment, or even as a wake up call
When God questions you, your judgement would not try to low ball

So take away from this a lesson learned
Where your tombstone will repeat of your deeds well earned!

   by MaQ

You are the freshly aged petals on the page.

Pressed first up against a cheek or two and dried to last forever.

Transcending all stages of beauty and living long after withering.

Your soul extends beyond the softness in your texture - the sweet scent of all your cracking gestures.

You cannot change the closing of the day - the frosty creeks still rush to all your heart does say.

You have plucked the petals from your budding heart and we pick them up to keep as art, because your flailing is a performance.

Your movements are enticing, you sway to all desire, the sounds murmured by your coarse crying voice inspire.

The beauty is in your entire existence.

It calls me,
   deeper into its depths,
it stalks me,
    It even pushes me farther,
I hear the wave end in the seas,
   I hear the hum comes from the sea,

THE SEA,
MEANDERS,
THE SEA FLOWS
ENDLESSLY, CALLING EVERYONE
TO AN ENDLESS FLOW

THE SEA,
© Ovi-Enita