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Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
I immediately know by
the way you look up at me
from underneath your lashes

you don't have to say a word
the high color on your countenance
the spark in your eyes

speak their own language
convey their own thoughts
plead with me to touch you
Gods1son Jan 2020
...And this time
She didn't want him to fix her situation
She only needed him to listen carefully
To understand her feelings & emotions
without him trying to offer any solution

But his brain was like a search engine
Busy scanning and searching for answers
Thus, failing to make an emotional connection.

*******... She reached for the door
But he was wise enough to not let her go
Then he asked where he had gone wrong
With tears in her eyes, she said...
Empathy means more to her than a quick fix

And he totally agreed that he had flawed
He then listened intently to her, knodding
his head as she poured out her heart
And that night ended with a warmly hug
That's all she desired & she slept with a smile.
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
incubator
technological mother
wi-fi our blood vessels
to your eternal link
make us passionate machines
symbiotic connections
programming a love
continuously on update
in lieu of heartbreak
in lieu of heartbreak
in lieu of heartbreak
in lieu of...
fail
buffering
abort
retry
error
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Abate
Suppress
Together we form silence
Mute
Extinguish
Without a sound
Our love is diminished
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Rustle of trees,
Static in the air,
Radio wave disturbance,
Satellites offline,
Yet, undetected in the solar constant.

If a woman's voice
Falls in the forest,
(Or her own home,
for that matter),
Does it make a sound?

Or does it simply,
Once more,
In the grand scheme of things,
Fall upon the deaf ears
Of an ignorant man?
Eleanor Jan 2020
We’re saying so much but meaning so little,
Phone screens and egos so fragile and brittle.

Apparently, the Nazis are ‘defending free speech’
And the crowds yell, scream: Impeach Him, Impeach!

Facebook cures all ills,
Philosopher's use characters not quills.

You don’t need pen to paper for us to know that you hate her,
No voice pitch needed to call her a *****.

How many words does it take to ruin a life?
Trump once did it in eight,
While Boris perpetuated hate,
Witch Hunt! Fake news! Trouble and strife.

Do I like this or just agree?
This perfect world prepared for all to see.

A world ripped apart by quarrelling leaders of ‘great’ nations.
Are we destroyed by too much or too little communication?
Sabika Jan 2020
It took me by surprise.
Familiarised with the forgotten feeling
That I am no longer familiar to the universe.
Conflicted with the paranoid thought
That no one ever sees the true light
Of my actions.
I suffer because of this.
Held back by the remembrance
That I cannot seek salvation in other's souls.

But I try and try again
For the mere thought of loneliness and
The permanent change
Make me go mad.

I’d rather die trying to find a place in
You foul heart, felt,
Than to die misunderstood.
Devil Atticman Dec 2019
That of you inside my ears
Was hard to hear, but ever-clear.

That of you 'come out the mouth,
Was easy-heard, then brought more doubt.
Little thought about thinking
Alek Mielnikow Dec 2019
Please, do not ask me
if I am okay.
I do not want to
add that lie to all
the reasons I had
to die.


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by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
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