Mummy was angry
And I was hungry
Heated some curry
As I was in a hurry

"I will be late", I told her
To see a friend
"I am taking my car"
We'll meet at the cities end

Driving away, I saw her
Through the rear mirror
She kept moving so far
My mum from another era

Half way down the road
I felt guilty leaving her alone
Called my friend, excused of workload
Headed back home, my heart not of stone

Mum was sitting in tears
She startled to see me again
Seemed I've gone for years
Her tears ruled out her pain

I made up to her with love
Assured I'll always be there
She's my beautiful lucky dove
Her effort has put me here...


©sim

She was so lucky.
Friends.
Several of them.
All of them kind and real and amazing.
School.
So kind and real and amazing.
Nobody scans her as she walks the halls.
Nobody judges her every choice.

Nobody notices when she chooses to eat information instead of food.
Nobody realizes she notices the little glances just barely within her sight
     Or the muffled snickers
     Or the sly comments.

Nobody knows how absolutely aware she is.
Nobody hears her trembling breaths in the bathroom
silenced by the palm of her hand.
Nobody could ever know how hard it is to ignore all of it;
                                              how hard it is to not hate yourself;
                                              how hard it is to hide everything
carefully packaged under the confines of her undershirt.

Nobody can tell that inside those bulging rolls is simply a girl with social anxiety and insecurities beyond mental health.
Nobody sees her bury her feelings in her sparse salads and amaranthine assignments.
Nobody sees her.

I saw him
wearing that black shirt of his,
and a tight brown pants.
riding his skateboard,
towards me.

he raised his hands,
signaling me
that it was him that i am looking for,
and that was few years ago...

Today, i saw him again
wearing a different black shirt
and a sweat shorts.
He said it's more comfortable than wearing a pants.
No skateboards,
just bus rides with me.

He raised his hands one more time,
signaling me
and still, after 3 months,
it is still him that i've been looking for.

i saw you with the one you love,
she's really lucky for the things she have,
does she know that she have my world?
does she even know your worth?

while i was staring at the both of you,
i didn't know what to do,
my eyes became wet,
teardrops i felt.

Bubbling over,
white picket fence smile,
bouncing from piggy toe to piggy toe,
gesticulating like a willow
on a blustery day,
wishy, washy, rushed words, warm

Today you were the lucky one
Because I was the one who felt genuine joy
Because I was the one who radiated like the sun
But,
Today you were the lucky one
Because I was the one who chose to share it with you

Hush...my baby
Don't you cry
I know you're wet
Let me put you in dry
Daddy's gone
Mommy's here
You are my lucky born
Don't you ever fear
Daddy's on a peace mission
Away from you, my dear
But he promised to be back
At the end of this year
Hush...my baby
Don't you cry
Hush...
Hush...


©sim

lucky are the kids whose parents
are still together...lucky...

Liquid luck ain’t so lucky
when you drink it all at once
because no one reads the
warning label: Small doses only;
there are always repercussions
for an overdose...