#busride
Washed in the image of noon; hoping to meet by five-
waiting patiently in a bus; so empty that different spaces
exist, not to be used. Can’t be late; seated in a dead silent
bus ride, as all manners of conversation are late
My own scent betrays me; foretelling the amount
of a day’s work; as the weekend is a fondest dream,
There’s still yesterday’s coffee stuck on my shirt,
stained in the privacy of four walls; where I get to see
touch, and embrace you once again
…the only true reason I look forward to
the end of the day- my woman, my lady.
Jul 23, 2024
Jul 23, 2024 at 11:58 AM UTC
head in a daze
body in a haze
feeling heavy, limbs sluggish
I wade through (not) a swamp
*** of broth, thick with fat
rich with meat, hint of green
cooked to melting, innards dissolving
into nothingness— and so the ***
thickens.
No thought, no movement, only
a deep laxation, eyelids drooping
down
down
down
down
and I
**** awake, the bus has stopped— not
my stop, and the, dark, beckons to me
again
Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 4:11 AM UTC
The world rushes by through my window
I try to capture each glimpse in my mind
How can I save the small wonders I know
If the scenes come just as quick as they go
I watch it all pass in the distance
Wanting to spare these memories for you
But futility holds with resistance
And those things slip away in an instant
What is it worth if I can't have you here?
Beauty is dull and amazements are cheap
Nothing can matter when my heart isn't near
I'd trade all these sights for you to appear
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 4:30 PM UTC
morning bus ride,
decouple from the crowd,
collect within self,
reflect reject regret or rejoice,
no much time has left,
just to live for by to the end....
(c) Ko Win Khine aka. D Hlaine (November 22nd, 2019)
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC
I never knew how you cared-and never felt so
Loved, until I found I was out of control and
Fell from up above. You don't deny me you,
I don't deny you me-and so elated was my
Heart when you sat ahead of my seat. I felt
That day the bus ride would never really
End, and something in me never knew
What lied around the bend.
Our sunshine fell from the sky like sparkling
Drops of dew, and when I see the golden
Flowers I always think of you. I feel
This love I have for you is very strong!
As you called for a stop 'cause you got
Sick-we were at the mission just past dawn.
Why when you got sick I fell in love I really
Cannot say, but then again that bus ride still
Continues to this day...
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 6:25 PM UTC
A bus ride is
An emotional journey
Of structure and thought
Alone in my head
I sit and ponder
Where am i going in life
Why do people like me
Am i worth as much as i get
The land goes by
My mind flies with it
The sky so blue
Full of possiblilities
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
I guess you'll never know that I
stole glances at you
while you were sleeping next to me
How I thought you looked nice
when you were viewed from the side,
only half of your face seen
and wondered what you looked like
if you were facing me
you'll never know that I thought
you had a nice forehead
that went well with your man bun
and how that small silver earring you have
on your right ear sealed it off
I wanted to talk to you but I don't know whether
I should say sorry
for falling asleep on your shoulders
or thank you
for sharing with me your warmth
in that cold bus
**
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC