#churning
Here I am again
banging and clanging
Pots and pans
on
head of lead
Ripped and tan
Scream and shout
Twist and pout
Aint nobody gon' talk about
you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you, or you,
...and yeah.
you too.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
(Love poem #3)
It's happening again!
A face...unforgotten
Re appears, through my mind's parted curtains
Doesn't leave...it haunts
Eyes follow me
Eyes talk to me
And then a flame
Inside my chest suddenly burns
And I am wondering why
It doesn't wane
It's been many, many months
Yet, the fire is so alive,
Consistently bright
Inside me, burning.
I am left churning
And I don't know,
Why now?
Door and windows
Are almost shaded...jaded
Been trying to put behind my head
A name....a face
Your face
With eyes that don't blink,
They just look on...
I will just have to close mine
To stop meeting yours.
But then
The flame will still burn....
Sally
Copyright February 5, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
the ocean churning
so glistening and frantic
far above my head
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
“You’re just churning out words”
Isn’t any story you read just a bunch of words?
They just pass the comprehension test
So why do you detest
Such a fast paced style?
Is it cause you wish you could mimic?
Or is it cause you’re not really a writer?
Writers churn out words to feed their families and their spouses or even themselves
Sometimes people enjoy my “churned out words”
In the end, your churned out words will just be at the same starting level as everyone else's and your discouraging comments will flare and vaporize into nothing
As your name stays behind
And mine and the other ones rush ahead
Because their words mind their own business
And don’t seek destruction
They’re aware of the chances
They’re aware of the equality
So why aren’t you?
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC