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Erick Jan 2019
Like a fleeting glimpse
The world passed by.
Ever so in tuned to the noise,
Focused minds failed to try.
A disturbance is all it took
For the many to realize.
I was fine being alone.
Doing everything on my own.
I was slowly picking up my broken pieces.
Wishing that the current of tears in my heart ceases.

Unconsciously yes, I was hoping for someone like you.
And unexpectedly, He gave me you.
You showed me it's okay to have a few missing pieces.
You completed me and let me experience what peace is.

I thought of running away from this feeling of bliss.
But there was something so sincere about your kiss.
The more I get to know you the more I want to stay.
And cherish every sweet and bitter moments we have along the way.

You were that one person I really never intended to look for.
But I'm very grateful I met you.

And I am glad to have fallen for you.
There’s always a bustle here
In my ritual place of ribs and beer
The sharp scent of ginger and coriander
The acrid burr in my nose of seared flesh
Fusion food served around me
But I go for Hirata.. again.
Can’t argue with taste, and it tastes
Korean bbq and Buddha beer
A brief nod to the moments of clarity
As said by drunks
The beer bottle cool in my hand as I reflect
Beads of condensation forming on Buddhas belly
And I’m here hoping for Constant
It’s now my third attempt
In as many months to catch a glimpse
And tonight apparently the stars align
Jupiter and Mercury on the rise
As I walk in
There is a way about him
So much bluff and bravado...
reminds me of someone I once loved
There is a mischief in his smile
Something warm in his eyes
Even beyond his jokes of his ego
Too big for the Room, apparently
I don’t discourage..
He’s honest in a way that piques
So here I am
Third time lucky finding Constant
To my delight he recognises me instantly
“Lucky Buddha for the lady?”
His eyes dance..
I interpret, maybe to much
But believe he’s pleased to see me
So we joke..
We laugh
I watch him get an earful
For not concentrating on the flow
The manager in tow..
and he side-eyes me and winks
Inwardly I hi-five myself for
Timing this so perfectly
So here I am
Trying not to watch Constant flow
Trying not to blush as he looks my way
“I’m too old for this ****” I think
Then feel like a kid
When he throws a grin my way
I regular Wagamama in transit.. for the food mainly... ok maybe not all for the food
8M Dec 2018
A sweet sponge cake
With snow-white icing
And a single candle
As big as a basketball

The table's covered in silk
Confetti all over the walls
And the floor, too
It's time to celebrate

The candle lights up
They're hesitant
Too good to eat, they think
Noisemakers distract them

But there's no noisemakers to be found

One of them grabs the knife and sighs
It has to happen
The other make a wish
And the room goes dark

The knife makes a deep cut
Unexpectedly, jam comes out
They're scared
Invisible noisemakers continue to play
The cake remains still, unaffected by time

The one with the knife did not know what to do but throw it
And it hits another, but not the cake
Jam falls, drop by drop

The silky tablecloth gets ripped
It was never strong enough
Noise grows deafening

The birthday child cries
This went in an unexpected direction.
skye Nov 2018
i remembered the time
when i begged God to stop the night
because it was the closest i got to be with you
and then in an unexpected moment
the wish was granted

the city was still alive
and the electricity continued bursting outside
everything was noisy and crowded
but i got to cherish this lovely silence beside me
when i thought we are always moving forward
never crossing like two parallel lines in a universe
somehow there was going to be a divine intervention
that will keep us together
even in a short period of time

i heard your slow breaths
i felt your fluffy cheeks
i saw you in your beautiful grace
your hair moved in slow motion
and being the fool that i am
i captured every single thing

in an unexpected moment
i got to look at you
not looking at somebody else
like how you stare in awe
at your celebrity crushes

in an unexpected moment
i got to listen to you
not listening to somebody else
like how you still care about what other people think
after telling you there's really nothing to worry about

in an unexpected moment
i got to talk to you
not talking about somebody else
like how you describe every exact detail
of your special friends and families

and in that unexpected moment
i got to love you
not loving somebody else
like how you cry your heart out every night
wishing for that person to never say goodbye

i don't want to end this moment
but if i want to stay with you

i have to.

— parallel
inspired mostly by boy pablo's tkm and a special person in my life

hope you like it
Sally A Bayan Nov 2018
Maybe, we're just walking...or working,
merely going through our daily grind,
suddenly, the unexpected pops up,
something hard to ignore...we react...

when circumstances call for it,
mothers and fathers become doctors,
other times, to  plumbers, or carpenters,
even ministers of the church...

some folks, after their nine to five stints,
volunteer....to mingle with despondent
souls, like prisoners... reach out to them,
as priests or trusted friends do......
some swim, or paddle through floodwaters
to give food and supplies to flood victims,
others cross through fires to save lives,
others care for orphaned, or abandoned kids...
nurses, doctors,  even ordinary citizens,
walk the extra mile...help those lost in their
own illnesses.....to find themselves back.
............................the list never ends...

"mysteries" always unfold before us,
their purposes are incomprehensible, but,
they turn us into healers, therapists, carers,
we, at times become miracle workers...

even cold-hearted people were born
with seeds of love embedded within them
in some mysterious ways, the willingness
to change hats occurs, when the need arises...


Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
October 29, 2018
George Krokos Oct 2018
Are you an accidental parent in the world today
when there's so much uncertainty about at play?
People are so caught up in the lusts of the flesh
and don't really know how to escape this mesh.

They fall headlong into a premature parenthood
and don't allow things to unfold as they should.
Sure, nature has a way and takes its own course
but are we not all a victim of some blind force?

It starts at puberty and right through adolescence
there's a really strong urge involved with essence.
Our bodies undergo transformation into adulthood
there's no way around it; all are subject to the mood.

Also, there is so much ignorance in the world today
embedded in the minds of most people in such a way.
They can't see themselves when being taken for a ride
ending with an unwanted burden they're unable to hide.

If they follow those ways of the common throng
it will only lead them into a place that is wrong.
And if revolving around the centre of their groins
they go against the advice 'to gird up one's *****'.

However, this may happen without much thought
and they find themselves very often being caught.
Especially if there are two willing to fulfil desires
that between them both aren't what Love inspires.

For Love has a lower cousin which is called lust
those who are much controlled by it can go bust.
It doesn't matter then who you may happen to be
lust over Love has made a stand, we do now see.
_______
Written early in 2018.
I hope that this poem is not taken to be mocking any person who find themselves in such a state because it can happen to just about anyone.
Rose Everest Oct 2018
Her hair,
Soft like a brand new bed sheets on my wrecked bed.
Her smile,
Sweet like the coffee I drank a couple of hours ago.
Her scent,
It lingers everywhere; whether it is in my room or in my dreams.
Her,
She is my first unexpected love.
I fell for a women
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