#observant
Why do I struggle?
Why do I wait?
If it’s not interesting,
Why do I tire?
When I focus in interests,
When I fly through it,
How long will it take?
Just until it drops
My brain is full, bright,
Creative, positive,
My humor high, liked,
Acceptable, one good trait
It makes up for struggle,
Failure to move, work,
To consistently live,
At least there's one good thing
To see the small, big,
Mistakable things,
To read, poke, smell,
See between the lines.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
Time, I borrowed...
A liberty's cause, overtly
The range of a voice, harrowed
By the silence of a worldly sigh, I clarify...
Speed in the rain
Spare isn't and their shoulder, to which we shall
Share a daze of rage, that has beauty to complain
A merit of stronger ideal's, were a swallow of pride's all
Knock, knock
Who's there? rainbow baby...
Rainbow baby, who? while the thunder finds a rock
Rainbow baby can play flute lightning quick...
So, the better question is...?
Why do politicians kiss baby's?
Because a family knows when to cry
At the oncoming storm of protest, that, is the shoulder of that family
We got fed, a shadow...
Teeth of wishes to include a miserable portion, of could notoriety...
Secret's to underscore a sharing wind of prevention, a fickle owe...
Is a timid sweet tooth on a journey to your future past myself hungry?
Nov 3, 2024
Nov 3, 2024 at 2:33 PM UTC
Let me sum it up
If you are observant
Write few words on observership
If you are romantic
Write few words on love
If you are silent
Remember
You need to write more
More Lines
More Paragraphs
More Themes
More Events
That's how you communicate
With a precise voice
Louder echoes
A light, over shade
Eventually
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 11:30 AM UTC
being known
is to be
loved
our little details
that are remembered
by our significant other
has never felt so pure
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
If I were to fall
Would you notice or fail to?
Sometimes I wonder.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
Each day I gain a little more tiredness but today could be the day it stops.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
bohemian rhapsody parades
amidst greensward moored
erupting profusely toward cerulean skies
ushered with invisible rip cord
this Earthling self assigned to an (elder)
box office catbird seat - hoard
ding a secluded nook
upon premises of Highland (highly adored)
Manor Apartments nestled
within bucolic (cost wise, a ford
double) Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
(40.2562° N, 75.4638° W) explored,
sans (founded in 1684)
pleasantly assaultive stimuli
conducted brake upon metaphysical ratiocination,
where sunshine poured
upon variegated mother nature
arrangement, viz spectacular
vernal suite scored
a top ten hit orchestrating
exquisite (August) May day presentation,
which mutely roared
bedazzling this sensate
being overwriting gourd
fully stocked, when brittle
winter snowy firmament forced accord,
asper overlaying habitat
palimpsest akin to (sic) ward
before an a may zing exuberant poly
chromatic onset splashed vibrant
brilliantly colored palette, toward
this captive observer,
where choral symphony courtesy of flora
and fauna sensational
encore performance
(day at the) opera captivated ensured
fixated this tethered primate royally
impressed and allured
by aural and visual
regalia fit for a lord
and tailor, while solar orbitz
directed by Helios,
whose journey across
deep purple celestial sea deplored
noiselessly casting lengthened shadows
signaling luminous hued dusk
chariots of fire earthly dome ceiling ablaze
pearl jam disappearance,
when daylight blinks adieu
til the morrow, when dawn
betakes the reins to reign cosmos chose
zing emergent rays announcing
morning haz broken
nudging, prodding, rousing from doze
well rested body electric,
where energy flows
as attested from me noggin glows
nsync, sans panoply
of soundgarden crescendo propose
zing ideal material sharing circadian rhythm
thru the time stream yours truly rows.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
as soon as the
last bell rings
i go around classes,
slowly walk downstairs
and finally go home
once i’ve seen you
once i’ve
observed who you’re with,
analyzed how you walk
and the way that you smiled
as our eyes met
i walk around
the hallways
wishing
to walk around
your mind
wishing
you were able to
smell the blue
of my presence
just like I listen to
the gray of
your absence
perhaps
i don’t walk around
to see you,
perhaps i do it
for you to see me
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
**** is that her trying to comfort you?"
No, that's her actually noticing that it ***** and doing something
You didn't answer it even when I pointed at it subtly
I bet you were just laughing
Jealousy fills you again
At this point I've given up
I don't know what to say
I don't want to say; you're the only friend that matters and yeah what the hell was she thinking?
She cares and I know she does
She shows it not through a lot of talking or jokes
She shows through small things that show me she notices them
You said you'd keep it away from me
Yet here we are again
You're pushing it onto me
Must be **** that I saw it before you deleted the text saying that
I won't address it
I'm not making that mistake again
What matters
Is that you realized
You shouldn't have sent that text in the first place
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
Watching the moon
a lonely kite takes flight
sky full of diamonds
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
Usually
Invisibility is something you see
On a TV
Ironically
But the truth of the matter
Is that if you look at her
Sitting there quietly
Just watching society
Carry on with it's creation
Not joining the conversation
You may notice
You need to refocus
To make visible
Those things that are not
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
The feelings you had for him never left. Maybe you fooled everyone else, but I could tell by the way you looked at him. I didn’t call you out though, like you always did to me. I let you pretend. I let you pretend, that maybe he liked you back, or maybe you never liked him.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
I like,
The way you smile,
How it starts from your dimples,
To the crescent of your eyes.
How they shine and sparkle,
With lots to decipher.
I like,
The way you walk,
How straight your back is,
To the stern look on your face.
How your footsteps can never be heard,
As you glide your way.
I like,
The way you talk,
How soft your voice is,
To boasting your white neat teeth.
How you would add a smile at the end,
Which soothes all problems.
I like,
How I'm able to watch you from afar,
How you'll never notice me,
As I observe you.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
Do you know what it's like to see everything?
To see the punchline before the joke;
to see the ending at the beginning.
Sometimes, I do.
Sometimes, I don't.
And when I do, I really do.
I call every play,
I finish every sentence.
But when I don't, I really don't.
I am uncharacteristically oblivious,
and I do not see any warning signs.
It terrifies me.
I want to see everything, always.
Because when I don't...
Oh, when I don't....
Nothing good ever happens.
(d.d.b)
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC