Pixels seem glue
Every one of them watching you
Brighter than light
Is the screen that is on at night

Blue is the reflection on your eyes
Are you looking in empty skies?
Unwilling to stop because it is
The neverending screen that you will miss

It was once not here, not there
Now it is everywhere
But where are you, where are you really?

Everyone knows, except for you
That is what your screen will do to you

©SEHO | http://www.seho.site

We get a lot of apologies
For being kind and nice without consideration
Consideration for the aches and unprecedented pains
Our hearts falls apart and we cannot let go of sudden impossible  
Repetition of sweet memories turns sadness upon its recall
We keep begging our lots for a wrong cast.

Still when we claim strong,
We are pressed aside like a weightless wafer
Tossing within its shadows of hopeful belief
Pungent believe of fainted strength
We wonder at how slow time moves;
So our healing takes forever.

There is no snooze!
Bad, bad, bad, no good turn
Who in this world can understand the spring of these tears?
The body beside me has no clue of the burns
I’ll always be awake staring at the candle beside my curtain
Waiting for it to burn it off... And me, so we all burn!

No more life
No more price to pay love and its grave shackles
After all, the heart is burnt to dark shafts
And it holds no more memory, not even functioning.
Sided by the remaining time
Left for us to watch others burn in the same pains and aches.
* I don’t know what to write again

time , what time?
first, i asked

my neighbor at sit answered
the time passed

my wait annoyed
second, i asked

he answered with anger
i waited

third, i asked
he was annoyed

he answered
fourth, i asked
*****
he shouted and answered
sixth, i asked

he threw his watch
he ordered," take

asked it much"

The bumper
pushed
right
back
like bangs,
into the skin, breaks in a creased forehead.
Linen from insides
turns into
a toy.
Plasticated hot wheels.
Activated air bags,
prank flour explosions from the ledge of a door,
door handle swings,
fidgets
funny how one day it looks like rain and the other
not just a gale,
a down pouring hurricane.
The end is here, baby
and
nothing left
of
our
...bombsite, breathes,
but flailing and pleading,
a hand.
Where's it's
limbs, breathes,
got to?
Bust its last change at high noon,
fingernails, shoes, chewed, dug into dusk.
Dust.
Politics' lips slapping, struggle shaping, stuttering
W-w-why, Ma?
your best friend who tells lies to keep live,
watching, waiting
assembling dark matter 'cause our lives matter
Like the old man
who fell asleep at the wheel.

We wait and watch
A digital wall or wrist-watch
The ticks and tocks
Of the never ending clocks
Continuing night to dawn
It goes on and on
Never does it consider our mood
It is a date or something we elude
A specific dot to take our stance
We sit, we wait, we do the time dance
It goes on and on
One day it’ll be all gone

I’ve always been scared of thunderstorms
It might be the sound or the flashing lights of lighting that make my soul wanna leap out my throat —
But you love them,
So I wanted to see a thunderstorm through your eyes, I wanted to see what you loved,
So I opened my curtains and stopped blasting my headphones and I watched and listened —
The first time lighting stuck,
I slam my eyes closed
The first thunder,
My heartbeat almost drowns it out my thoughts
But I remembered you and kept going
I sat though a storm for you
And I almost didn’t hate it

I kept quiet
Even though I love you
I stepped back
Watched you
And saw you smile...

I kept quiet
Even though he loved you
I sat away
As you got flirted on
And my heart slowly breaking...

I kept quiet
Even though he left you
I worried you
As you hurt yourself
And all I could do was watch...

I kept quiet
Even though you left him
I sat with you
As you smile again
But I know you are still hurting...