I like the rain and I know you do too. I can only hope that the coming storm is the kind of storm that we like. I like your thoughts, the way they shimmer in the light. and now I need you to know that when the sky is a mass of discontent, and when all of the lights go out, I just want you to feel something.

our lives are fraught with numbers

so many fractions of a second faster in a race  
most wins on record   best jury votes
highest flight   deepest dive   most goals
meters of rising sea levels
millions of refugees   and more displaced
tens of thousands  honor killings
thousands of deaths with Ebola  
millions of Zika virus victims next year
billions of deficit or profit in import/export
    or the stock exchange
votes in elections    or for beauty queens

polls    tweets   virtual friends  & followers
likes on the social media    on hellopoetry

we have been taught to measure our status
our importance   and the significance of our lives
in clicks of other peoples’ digital devices

even our time has been reduced to numbers
the digital has long replaced the comprehensive
instead of the round dial that shows 12 hours
    suggesting the duration of a normal day
we have a punctual display  without the whole
the cyclical has lost against the linear

0101010101010101010101010101010101
we all look forward to our numbered future
no past  and very little present

our hands on smart phones    homes    TVs
    pushing a button makes things move
    swishing a screen displays the world

over all that we easily forget
that we ourselves have been reduced to numbers
    of customers for businesses
    of voters for the politicians
    of workers for the corporations
    of citizens for our nations
digital quantities we have become

and if we take a global view
we are part of the seven billion plus
that currently inhabit our earth


all of which do expect their individuality
be honored  and their dignity respected

numbers don’t  honor individuality
they simply count the units
items  or people  are for them the same

it’s left to us to find a way
that leaves the numbers in their place
yet guarantees us dignity
as individual members of the human race

Why is it that on a website where we are said to revel in the beauties of poetry one may write few words of their current state and receive the world, but too many leads them to a lone path of truth and self-discovery.

One too many words to tell how true you hear your soul, may cause others to tip-toe by, but if you say one word we've all heard then people say hi.

I am slowly liking him.
A friend whom I just met.
I was caught off guard.

His aura is so different.
He's funny and cute.
He hates how loud is my voice
Then he covers my mouth.

He's athletic.
I was impressed with his background.
He looks so strong.
But weak inside.

I wanna take care of him.
I wanna fall in love with him.
But I can't.
I must refrain.

I might fall for him
And that would be so painful.
Too much risk.
Too much pain, I can't handle.

my second most read poem.
recording over 1000 reads.
with 0 likes,
in 3 collections I added it too.

the title.
is the reason there are no likes,
and the fact someone can't like a poem about *******,

when I talk about how they had lost their respect,
compared to any girl out there,

makes me feel less and less confident about the fact,
someone acted on my body like that,

for someone to be not only ***** but then physically abused,
and trying to spread the news

to show you what it does to a girl,
how gross you feel to look at yourself when ur mom wants to hurl,

where u lie when people ask you about your burn,
because you feel the torture will come back.

where you let anyone grab them.
because your blessed with triple D cups,

and at least you feel like you're not worthless,
and  because I named it grab my *****,
I dont Care,
I got no likes,

Like a boy gave my body,
No respect,

I think thats as fair to say as what he did to me,
as it's as fair to know I have a little over 800 views on the poem below,
and 20 likes.
about trauma too.
I don't get how this all adds up,

I got poems written about the same exact thing,
with 2, 3, 4 likes, not even 400 views some barley 200!
all about being ***** and abused,
but how come this one,
had been ignored,
and overlooked,
a ******* name,

thats cowardly
like a ******,
like an abuser,
were not one person could give someone respect after it was all taken from them,
and they wrote about it.
I just..

She wanted his arms
His breath in her ear
She wanted his heartbeat
To disappear
She longed for twilight
Hated the dawn
Missed him in moments
Far away for too long
Her heart ached
She reached out
But nothing to say
She faded still hoping
He'd light up her day
But walls kept him guarded
To proud to say hey
I miss you too
But likes are ok
Silent words...

©MV

I have learnt for myself;
that no one really likes another
without something in it for themselves

This was not told to me
For a price, it was not obtained for free
The true intention of man is not as it seems
From a place of vantage, I stood to see

It seems reserved only for that person that
reflects what they dream of
or portrays their expectations thereof

Sometimes for the sake of true gratitude
or plainly for an outward show of servitude

Sometimes it is for your good books,
your good looks,
or how good your life looks

Who really likes a man that is obscure?
Who dotes on that woman with ugly manicure?

Caught my eye
Got my pupils dilating
The heartbeats had to increase
Smiles exchanged but words minced
I should have brushed it off
Or progressively cancelled the thoughts
Ain't stuck in a fantasy
Though it got into my head

Wonder why I've got to overcome
But the heart's got to be guarded
Jealously protected to keep my mind at peace
The feedback doesn't count
Infatuations aint meant to last
What's to be blown away by the wind
Never worth chasing after

So I surrender to time
To wash it all away
That sanity may have its place
And risks of losing the handsome friend lowered
The beautiful friendship to blossom
One to be cherished for a lifetime