Tired Of Texting U I've been audio and texting ya for a while now well just feels like.. I mean what can I say... Feels like many days due to the deep rich tones of it.. Gravel toss tirelessly shift.. reality uncalmly wanna lift.. waves crashing emotional sweets gifts roping.. Throws Thirsty Craves. searching.. longing.. like tidy bow tied falling. Soon the feeling to Shift Lanes. And roast toasty words of flames.. Lets get ugly like realness and reality... As of now we are teasingly.. hinting! and it's wearing on me and I want to find a way. Or Just Put on my church shoes and preach a sermon. After the deeds are spoken and people have had their fun. Fatigued is occupied and limited by time. Being stimulated by what we find. Show me your hidden Juggling hands. Behind the scenes calming down of the fan. I'll show you how I sort through my minds confines. When I grow weary of the limitations and burst free of lines. Sharday's Soul. water falls and then down ta 5 sec drips tiny sips.. that went quick a bitter sweet end.. A bond between friends. May that never end,. selinasharday! https://soundcloud.com/selinaros3y/tiredofthis2/s-lgWjLOyF3jx/
Here is us in vortex divinely sligned ~~ You read me like my book I wrote a million times, In secret, yet, never alone Dreams of lullabys for us amor We read each other's mind! We've become poems divine! We travel in virtual modes, for now, To deeply dig, in all you give me love. In poem or in song, our verse exactly rhymes, divine it stems factly. It's still *US * the memory aptly in vibe lives true in yesterday's. wings of love and marry gay. Sweety pie
Angel k- Rd is also us. It's HOW I love you cosmic grace And no It's never too soon or too late! True love returns as Seasons do. It's Fall yet we relax, not too late for spring will soon return, Like seasons my love returns In vortex wing's of two halves in love divine Re United My Love. ~~~~~~~ Karijinbba
Often poets communicate via internet voice recordings sharing dancing lovers videos as pen pals may venture to do; no it doesn't mean we do not exist people aren't virtual cartoons! We have feelings emotions we love the mind makes it all real.
We are real people in different countries interchanging loyalties we are perhaps more real then couples living together yet disconnected in many ways, and not in love either but rather utterly bored. ~~ So don't be cruel saying I am virtual and you've met the love of your life already and want no one else, but your Zaheera for all eternity because she's omnipresent real.!
Trying to make her jealous with me a real poetess!? think again! Zaheera and me can smell your rat.
She is more a fantasy for years if she even exists Why the virtual competitiveness and AnK isn't real? We are breathing eating sleeping loving trusting sharing yet not real!? In your book of tricks ? Hu?
How shall we search for real connections hu? have you noticed though the whole planet has gone virtual. it's become a ritual,! All people are real living brings not virtual their lap tops cell phones c are the virtual conduits, though so what !? ~~~~~~~~ By Mr and Mrs Andrews inspired by Karijinbba.7/21
presence trust is life but so is penpalship honored with trust respect and consideration for people's hearts We all deserve to live life liberty in pursuit of happiness.
At 2:52 a.m as you dozed off to sleep, I hung up the phone. That's when I realized what the meaning of happiness was, I found a natural drug for all my pain and anxiety. It's your voice, your smile. I'm in love with your smile. I'm in love with you and I haven't even touched your skin. I've fallen in love with your soul. I’ve found the light I've been searching for. How can I be in love with someone that I’ve never met in the flesh? You're trapped between pixels on a phone Between the muffled words Poor connections, And long pauses. You brought light to the darkest parts of me, You make me feel safe from the things that hurt inside. And I know we are both broken but you took my heart and placed it back together. At 2:52 a.m I thank the universe for bringing us together Because the odds of us ever meeting were slim. Now its 2:53 a.m. and I realized that I can never tell you this.
Imprisoned in our drunken thoughts of escaping Is there any single hope for changing? If the moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to Then why does it say, there are no directions available to pursue? I wanted to live a dream, he granted it for me And yet, there is no time to spare O you, lonely soul, are you melancholy, or are you in despair? Words cut like a knife sometimes But it pierces my heart instead They say that the end is the beginning, and the beginning is the end Will it even ever change?
collective thoughts around times of covid-19 when everything seems meaningless, repetitive, hopeless, and in utter metaphysical despair. I longed for a real connection with people.
The controller in my hand. The power of life and death In my fingers. An imaginary world: Somehow more brutal than this; Somehow more entrancing than this. Somehow, somehow. A minute gone, An hour, A day. A lifetime Wasted. Or enjoyed?
Virtual friends Living virtual lives. Scared to open the shutters, Scared of the sunlight. Smoke hangs in the air; A nourishing vapour. Until, (Despite best efforts) Reality becomes a backseat driver Lurking in the background Impossible to ignore.