Well, hello! We meet again.
I’ve brought you here today to inquire about your likeness.
No, I’m not going anywhere, yet.
But I do want to inform you on how important you are.
Compliments are just a formality, but you’re pretty,
Despite the chains that hold you back,
There are keys to happiness and you’re one of them.
I wonder, though, how even with your colorfully streamed
Shimmer, how you still manage to get lost…

But no judgment here!

Without you, I’d be stuck more often than I already do.
Please consider how much I appreciate your companionship
On those many exhausting rides, and casual strolls.
Now, if you’d excuse me, we gotta go, or we’ll be late.
Please don’t get lost again.

The noise between words

Is unbearably loud

What does it mean to make a resolution to be better for the sake of others rather than yourself?


Well I guess that would mean trying very hard. And loving a lot. There's not much that other people have that you don't, but it's more a matter of instinctual self preservation than actual generosity on most days.


So how often is it okay to groom yourself?


It just so happens that there are several fallacies in the instincts of men. There's larges pocket of open air that fester and begin to ring about change in the oldest fashion, through death.


In the end of days, it's said, that shredding dead weight can lift you.

It's a rapture, for sure. There's nothings like lapping in salvation when you know your rap sheet is **** compared to the men next to you.

I give Him..
harmonic Sound..
He gives me music with bass.
I gave H.i.M my laughter.
H.e. gives me.. his company..
like a symphony!
He's all I need his sweet company!
He gives me space..
Yet he returns for just a lil more taste.
With H.I.M2.. I fondly can relate..
We are like intellectual bate..
What awaits is the Nutrients thats fills our plate.


by SelinaSharday TM 2018

I'm a reject and i know this because
everybody has that one person or
one group of people that
just isn't the same without each other.

But I
have never found such people

I wander, hopelessly hopeful
of making some conversation,
but I never have anything to talk about
because I can never be a part of their
life long enough to have anything
meaningful to mention

I'm a reject and i know this because
people i know are usually easily picked
out of a crowd. They are never left behind.
They are included.

But I
always enter the chatter midway

I pick up bits and pieces as I
come and go, like a vulture
for gossip and for information
because I am always the one to message first
and I am always the one to be mentioned last.
I'm nobody's first pick.

I'm a reject and i know this because
I can't just have one selection of people
to choose from. I acquaint myself with
everybody I meet.

But I hate it because
I feel like nobody, and nobody knows me.

Except
                      for
                              ­        You

Bathrooms became sanctuary in high school;
with tear stained countertops,
gossip soaked walls.
Even the constipated souls
had motion.

Pressing their hands against the ceramic demilune sinks
they would let their tears flow like water through the faucet,  
until they found comfort in the arms of another.

Hours spent before, between and after classes
they found comfort and friends
in the conversation that flowed in the bathroom.

Checking themselves over and over again
with the reassuring voices, “you look great” from behind.
Some walk in and hide behind the door of the lavatory stalls,
flushing away sadness,
and washing on a smile on to their face.

Like the granite in the slabs, the memories made
will will be hard to wear off.