( You saw the title , so please go on ahead and skip me.)





Oh... you clicked on me , I see....


Honestly though, don't mind me , i'm just here camouflaged masterfully into the screen page


My opinion ? , my voice ?  , it need not matter, i'm just here for the sake of it, besides anything I utter isn't heard or acknowledged....


so please I insist continue somewhere else and pretend i'm not here


What am I about ?


....Nothing really to be honest ,

..... look I feel a bit stifled here so please can you just go away , I know you're trying to be nice but i'm just not in the mood


Please please , will you go away I don't need to be judged or scrutinized by you ,

sooo please leave okay ....

i'm just an unimportant poem who you will forget about and stop reading ...


Oh my gosh, what is the point of you still reading ?

i'm not going to rhyme for you , and clearly i'm not that 5-7-5 syllable poetry style, what is it called ?...

you know what never mind just go please...



Still here... sigh....


I apologize for my rudeness , i'm not one to talk much to others, in fact when you really think about this, this is you reading me and me not actually talking ,

I do enjoy my own company but hey, who doesn't right ?


...And please don't assume i'm a loser or a nobody

because I. am. Not.


I am a hidden gem, who you probably have never heard of, my talents are untold myths...


I may be in the background but I observe and keep it moving,

Must I be involved in everything ?

      P

Your humble florets hug the rough-hewn stone,
Your yellow sunbursts shock against the gray,
All tangled up together, none alone
As, stem to stem, you ward the morn away
Reminding me of duties for the day:
To comfort those who suffer all alone,
To stand with those who struggle on their own,
To see an obstacle and find a way.
It's toil, travail, and trouble for no pay,
But look how far we've come and how we've grown -
A wallflower's a humble thing to be,
But tangled all together, they are strong.
The bonds we forge in striving, all as one,
Enduring tests? They will not be undone.

like wallflowers growing peacefully,
with asthenic transparency
i perceive everything with eyes so weary
yet pick up the little things even angels cannot see.
leaping from star to star,
yet never knowing where to land,
traveling to places unfamiliar  
casting shadows on every space at hand.

i can't help but wonder how it would feel to exist
with a presence that would linger,
one whose souls would reminisce,
where my voice would echo;
not as a croak of sullen desperation
but a sound that would cut through
the haze of hopelessness.

i would begin to think about the probability
of my misguided existence,

invisible, but sees everything;
no flesh and bone, but is hurting.