#earlymorning
Casually, let us strange things meander,
Back and forth slyly with frivolous banter,
Chatter to flatter with patter that matters.
And soon to rest,
Abreast,
On the rocks that line the shores of these early morning hours,
Akin to the way in which kind children gather curious flowers,
Parallel but not intentioned,
A mystery uncontended,
Just happy to experience the thrill of casually lying down.
These words that reckon themselves to be,
Without form, fruitless casualties,
To the art of the conversation,
A thought lost to the untranslated,
Conversion of ideas to memories.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 3:01 AM UTC
The Burra boomed
Shattering stillness
And announcing
all ‘smart’ phones alarms are defunct.
Lights lit up one-by-by one,
As the sleepy slumber was no more.
Daily grind begins
On setting 2.0 on
The bean machine.
Thrive or die:
the mantra for this world.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 2:41 PM UTC
A cool breeze in the early morning
Pastel blue sky, with light rain humming
Songs of birds and insects rise
Nature greets with whispered sighs.
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 7:33 PM UTC
Early morning ..
I opened my notebook ..
to draw ..
my flower ..
to send it ..
as a packages ..
for the woman..
who staying alone ..
into my heart ..
and my imagination ..
At all the time ..
in my mind ..
before a sleep ..
and in my dreams ..
whom ..
Involved by her ..
passionately ..
in love ..
by decision ..
and covenant ..
Accompanied with me ..
since that day ..
she shook my hand ..
Hazem al ..
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 2:49 AM UTC
And I don't know why
But over and over
I've watched this show
Yet over and over
I never get tired of it
I know the jokes
I know when they're coming
But that doesn't stop me
From loving every minute
And call me crazy
But I almost wish
I could be like that
Acting
Acting like I'm so close
To everyone around
Acting like I always know
Exactly what to say
Acting like the bad
Gets better before the end
Of a thirty minute show
And I really want you
To see that I
Am thinking
About how
If I
Could only
Act
Like them
I could act
Like we were more
Than what we are
And I could act
That when I've had a bad day
I don't need a hug
To tell me it's okay
But I can't promise that to myself
Because I think I can act
I've always wanted to act
I want to be an actress
I want people
To remember my name
I want to be
That actress
That little girls
And even boys
Everywhere
See
And they want to be
Just
Like
Me
But I know
That I can't brush everything aside
To make room for a mirage
That everyone sees
But me
Inside
I know
That's all I am
When I act
A mirage
That I can't see
But there is still
That spark
That burns through the night
That tells me to act
To smile
And laugh
Like everything is peachy
So I wave
I smile
I grin a lot
And beg myself to act
And even though
I want to know
If I can make it or not
I'll never
No never
Let my dream rot
And
I'll never
No never
Act like everything
Is A-okay
Because it's not
Sometimes
And I'm rambling
I just want to tell you
At this hour of night
You were on my mind
And I missed you
So when the couple onscreen
Made up
And kissed
And hugged
And cheered
I just wished that was us
And in my rambling mind
I acted like
It really was us
Because that's how much
I want you
Even more
Than I want
To care for myself
Because I'm secondary
Sedentary
Sidelined
...
Sad
A sad girl
Who looks at a screen
And dreams of tomorrow
Hoping I can be
And we can be
And I won't need
To
Act
Anymore
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
I was reading
When I realized
From this book
We aren't
What we say
We are
We are so much more
Than numbers
Numbers on a scale
On a ruler
On a tape measure
More than numbers
On our clothing
But that's what
Everyone
Defines us by
They say we are percentages
We are only one
In seven billion
Why should anything
Go right
We have something
Every one in five gets
Why should we feel special
They say we are standards
Like clear skinned
Tan
Gorgeous
And brains don't matter
As long as we are
Clear skinned
Tan
And gorgeous
They say we are dollar signs
That those who are poor
Should not even
Glance their way
And those who are rich
Are
Always
Stuck up
And snobby
That the brand
That costs less to make
But is mass produced
And more expensive
Is better
Than the cheap stuff we all wear
They say we are the change
This world needs
But they don't mean it
They mean
They want us to try
But they won't let us get near
The power
But that's not what we are
We aren't numbers
We aren't percentages
We aren't standards
We aren't dollar signs
We are stories
Passed down from people
Who knew
What they wanted us to know
Like the time
My grandma accidentally knocked
Her favorite and only doll
Into the hole in her outhouse
Or the time we all sang
As one
In a happy melody
We are memories
From times
And lifetimes
Past
We are stars and planets
Distant yet
Present
Bodies
So elusive
Thereby so intriguing
The only thing
We really want
Is to fly in stardust
And dance in a moonbeam
We are dreams
That maybe won't come true
But will give us the best adventure
When we find out
How to live them out
We are heartbeats
That beat at night
We are bugs
In this garden of life
Because without us
There would be no point
We are flowers
That tickle your nose
On a warm spring day
When you reach down
To smell its fragrance
We are shoulders
To cry on
We are roads
To walk on
We are smiles and laughs
We are childhoods
We are balloons and bubbles
We are winters
We are springs
We are summers
And we are falls
We are the heat
And we are the cold
We are the change
We want to see
In an upside down world
Only we can change
We are people on the corner
Begging for some coins
We are souls
Thirsting for reprieve
We are hearts
Trying to love as much as we can
We are sadness
And we are joy
There are things
We can see
And things we can't
But after everything
Every word
We speak
We are so much more
Than what they tell us
Day after day
We are the world
And this world
Is ours
So take it from someone
Who has been invisible her entire life
Until they berated the silence
Out of her
In words
That changed to sorrows
And hits
That turned
To beauty
Because she can be beautiful
In this
Crazy
Twisted
Yet absolutely stunning
Life
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
And I have to change
Nobody understands me
They don't get it
They don't try to
It's just all
Or
It's nothing
I give so much
And get so little
When I back off
They back off more
When I go forward
They step backward
I feel like I should quit
Maybe I should give up
Stop trying
Become who I was
Quiet
Embarrassed
Careful
Shy
Didn't say hello
Didn't speak her mind
Just let everyone else
Dictate my every thought
But that's not who I am
I've changed
They've changed
They should understand
I'm a new girl
It should be better
Not worse
I should be respected
Not ridiculed
So then what's happening
What left me like this
So alone
So afraid
That every time I try to sleep
I end up crying
I end up hurt
And they don't bat an eye
Because I changed
I'm harsh
I'm different
If I tried I'd be better
I could be
Quiet
Careful
Shy
Embarrassed
And maybe they would notice
That the strongest
Are the weakest
But they don't
So by playing the weakest
I am the strongest
I am stronger than they know
Stronger than they will ever be
Stronger than they think I am
But
I'm not
I'm not strong
I'm weak
I cry at five am
To forget everything they've done
I scream when I'm alone
To try and get back
Hoping that
Maybe
Hopefully
They will understand
They will hear me
Scream
And
Cry
And they will understand
That I've changed
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC
I wake up early
the tropical squall outside
turns the beach blue-grey
outside our hotel
the bay looks rather bizarre
so quiet and still
I get dressed quickly
we pack our bags just as fast
glancing at the paper
we check out quickly
before realizing that we
still had three hours left
so we drive downtown
past the tropical art deco
to get some breakfast
two empanadas
tea for me, coffee for you
watching the local news
there's not really anywhere
where we can go for an hour
and be back in time
so you just drive 'round
I guess this seems strange because
It's usually busy
Streets filled with tourists
spring breakers and the partiers
are now near silent
a wet, grey Sunday
the streets no longer bustling
we wait to meet mom
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
The birds chirping outside my window
Their song is so beautiful in the early morning twilight
Their hungry chicks are waking in their nests
And my mind is in need of rest
The sun has barely risen
But the sky holds a hint of blue
And the rain looks cold as it showers down
Onto grass leaving morning dew
Hours ago my mind was still active
As much as it is now hours after
I'll try to sleep soon
And tomorrow I'll wake in the afternoon
But my dreams will be filled with laughter
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
*It's 7:00 in the morning and the breeze is cold.
I let my feet walk into my little kitchens abode.
To boil some water from my cute little pan,
for my small kettle was broken and no more fun.
Prepping my stein for my early morning grind,
I call it coffbit's (Hobbit's Coffee) time in my old but cozy and lovely shire.
Some like it with sugar, toffee, mocha or milk,
but still I'd prefer it brewed cause it's classic and pretty bare.
Sipping it while sitting in front of my fireplace,
to start my day with full of goodness grace.
Coffbit seems a little bit odd and prime,
but I wouldn't call it a day without my hobbit's time.*
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
Daytime sleeping; Nighttime thinking
What's so extraordinary about the daytime?
The night is much more fascinating.
Sun that's sweltering and ablaze; but,
Moon's godly, mysterious & ageless.
What's not to adore about nighttime?
It's, its' mystery & danger that compels you; full of its magic if you know where to look.
Night creatures everywhere come out to captivate.
Early birds everywhere come out to pull through.
I'd rather be a night creature full or life and adventure than an early bird full of doubt's & regrets.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
**Is it weird
That I cling
To the songs
I know he listens to
To feel his feelings
Pretending I have his heart?**
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
wait for it and it doesn't come
caught off guard
incredulous singing
squawking pigeons
six in the morning
kings of the ready
dead finch
cats eat feathers
in the house of cards
down stairs ready
house of carnivores
company functions
canvass paints numbers
paints horses riding
steady in mind--
through
windy
ozark meadows
six in the morning
while the finch
sleeps in
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
her spirit's broken,
scarred, and sore. she's too damaged
to care any more.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
do you really think
that i'm pretty, or are you
just pitying me?
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
"just wait, it'll be
alright." i'm struggling just to
make it through the night.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
hold me close, tell me
you love me, even if you
don't really mean it.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
you are beautiful,
and worth more than you ever
could have imagined.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
i go to bed with you,
knowing full well that i will
wake up all alone.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
insomnia strikes,
she denies me my escape
from reality.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC