#longnight
Tonight I am lonely
Tonight I am opening and closing
And opening and closing
Every way I talk to people
Every app and site
Every link I have to connection
But still,
I say nothing
Considering all the words at my finger tips
Not ones that will be enjoyed by others
My company only an encroachment
Onto someone else’s peaceful evening
So I close
And open
My door to the outside
But still stay in
And stay lonely
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
The time spins ethereal
like a fast moving watch or clock
darkness through the usual night
as dawn provides, a spark
Stepping into the light
from the edge of the abyss
mid to morn, not withdrawn
bright and sweet, the kiss
No matter the eternity
spent without a fire or flame
such will always burn in you, or me
not what we've got or borrowed
but what we rose above
became
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
let the silence be
the noise
in your early mornings
filled with smoke,
subtle noises from homes,
and dry leaves lying against
the ground.
You hear the howling at a
distance by the wild hounds;
the hands filled with soil,
clothing went ***** by
dust and coal.
A man dies with regrets
and charges
But the faith of everyone
never changes
The foes come forth,
escaping the barriers
towards the north.
A morning of soon
destruction and terror.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
Long ago there was
a war between men;
They fought for glory
and gold;
Their swords clashes
like pen;
papers are the people,
ripped and worn out
as what the older ones
told;
I was young when I
learned the world was
made up of soil and
blood
learned that death is
more certain at ten
I saw myself in the
middle of chaos;
none of us know
when will it return
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
The aggressive wind,
Doesn't knock softly on the door
He doesn't check to see if I want company
No, he's not that considerate.
The aggressive wind,
Wants his presence to be known.
He tackles my house,
My fighters spirit
And every last ounce of joy
To the cold hard ground.
Leaving me no other choice,
But to claw and drag
My way out.
The aggressive wind,
Is paying a visit tonight
Spitting hail in his wake
My body starts to quake.
The aggressive wind,
Never comes alone,
He's always joined by his
Dearest friend.
And I'm willing to bet
That the ice is going to set in
On the once sacred grounds
Of my heart.
So, aggressive wind,
Come on in,
Slide off your jacket
And take a seat.
Make yourself comfortable,
Because it's going to be a long night!
l.v.s
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
---Java Jibe--
(repost...from fourteen months back)
This night is very different.
It is young
The moon is out there...in full view,
But it's like there is no moon,
It is dull, it doesn't glow,
Looks like a paper moon.
An empty corner meets my eyes.
Window is closed...door is ajar,
Posts...ceilings...walls...all are naked,
White...unmoving...lifeless.
I sigh,
But, a sigh is just a sigh,
Not encouraging in this piercing cold,
I find no help offered.
...just a plate to my left---with stuff..
I take a sip,
A ******* I dip...
Maybe, I could bite a tip
Or...a drip
From the dip,
Again, more sips...
This time, no more dips...
()
()
()
Mind is now deeply dipped,
W a i t i n g...with the hands
F l e x i n g.....ah, I'm
T r y i n g...to capture them now,
Stop these kites from flying
Away, out of my brain, fleeing...
This moment......I now seize,
Will stretch it to long hours, into a night of bliss,
My hot, strong, bitter drink always helps me clear the way,
The boulder, is now fragmented...crushed,
Pushed further away, to flow towards a lazy, lethargic river.
It matters not to me,
Could be a poem or a ditty
This is a supernal moment
When ideas so potent
Like tap water, flows with no end.
This is one of those nights
When I would fall, then rise again, and take flight
Reviving inspirations to a glowing height
One moment I can't let go...I am in a JAVA JIBE
Oh, I've never been so A L I V E !
1/3/15
Sally
Copyright 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
#kites #longnight #javajive #papermoon #lethargicriver
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
(Java Jibe)
This night is very different.
It is young
The moon is out there...in full view,
But it's like there is no moon,
It is dull, it doesn't glow,
Looks like a paper moon.
An empty corner meets my eyes.
Window is closed...door is ajar,
Posts...ceilings...walls...all are naked,
White...unmoving...lifeless.
I sigh,
But, a sigh is just a sigh,
Not encouraging in this piercing cold,
I find no help offered.
...just a plate to my left---with stuff..
I take a sip,
A ******* I dip...
Maybe, I could bite a tip
Or...a drip
From the dip,
Again, more sips...
This time, no more dips...
()
()
()
Mind is now deeply dipped,
W a i t i n g...with the hands
F l e x i n g.....ah, I'm
T r y i n g...to capture them now,
Stop these kites from flying
Away, out of my brain, fleeing...
This moment......I now seize,
Will stretch it to long hours, into a night of bliss,
My hot, strong, bitter drink always helps me clear the way,
The boulder, is now fragmented...crushed,
Pushed further away, to flow towards a lazy, lethargic river.
It matters not to me,
Could be a poem or a ditty
This is a supernal moment
When ideas so potent
Like tap water, flows with no end.
This is one of those nights
When I would fall, then rise again, and take flight
Reviving inspirations to a glowing height
One moment I can't let go...I am in a JAVA JIBE
Oh, I've never been so A L I V E !
1/3/15
Sally
Copyright 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:23 AM UTC