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And then suddenly,
All the R&B songs were about you.
Every word, and every verse,
Is a Reminder of you.
Suddenly,
The lyrics by the scientist are for you.
We didn’t need a love song,
But a haiku is perfect to summarize us 2.
And Maybe,
If we weren’t on Different Pages,
The sessions wouldn’t play to mourn you.
I wouldn’t have to Note to Self,
The crime it is to fall in love,
After my heart is Burned Blue from you,
I wouldn’t dream to be a fool,
Remaining ignorant to your bittersweet entrapment,
Luring me to your flame,
And then you fire
Praying to be Higher,
Than the heart ache,
So I won’t wait,
If the world were to end tomorrow.
Pretending that Nothing Even Matters, When it Hurts So Bad,
Like Everything wasn’t Everything,
And we weren’t made to last forever.
I walk away with Open Arms,
Since moving on is just The Way Life Goes.
I Gotta Find Peace of Mind,
And it’s impossible when you linger around mine,
Especially,
When Suddenly,
All the R&B songs are about you.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 10:44 PM UTC
I feel so (Torn) inside,
Especially (When I see U).
I must be honest with myself,
I am (Officially Missing You),
I don't know why, I just do.
I feel like crying out,
I feel like taking off.
But, (Who Can I Run to)
when I'm dealing with so
much Drama. It hurts me to
admit that I'm (Single Again),
but that's OK, (I Don’t Need U)
anyway. Infact, I
(Should've Let you Go)
A Long time Ago.
I Should've (Slowed Down)
instead of rushing into
a Relationship with you.
My instincts told me to
turn him loose, and to just
(Free Yourself) from his grip
because it's not worth it.
He wants to be a
man but acts (Like a boy.)
B.R.
Date: 01/11/2023
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 3:22 PM UTC
Up again.
Can’t sleep well due to overthinking.
I guess.
1 min- I’m up watching tv, reading poetry, watching funny videos.
1 min- my body is shutting down, quick pass out,
phone in my hand slipping,
half asleep dreaming.
R&B plays
helping me dream better.
A rain storm
randomly appears,
singing its wrath through the skies
keeping me up, mannnn time is flying.
It’s not even supposed to rain tonight til Thursday.
It’s 3:30AM, yet, I swear it was just 2AM.
Alarm gonna go off soon.
If I think, God must be talking to me.
May 1, 2024
May 1, 2024 at 3:51 AM UTC
Promise I would learn to respect myself
Sometimes I feel I failed myself
Where we’re going? I’m not sure
Hope love just lies ahead
Life is changing , yet we’re still here
Spoke life into these words
And the path feels unclear
You taught me & the children, “Believe in faith”
I feel closer, but not close enough
Can you show me the way please ?
Can you show me how to grow?
Can you show me how to grow?
Oh, I’m trying to reach the door
Can you show me the way please ?
Can you show me how to grow?
Give me a sign I’m getting closer to you
Oh, I’m trying to reach the door
I wrote those covenants to myself to not break those promises
Mostly for you, few for me
To learn how to love you peacefully
I wrote those covenants to myself to not break those promises
Mostly for you, few for me
To learn how to love you peacefully
Stay so close to you
Don’t want to disappoint you
Stay so close to you
Don’t want to disappoint you
Stay so close to you
Don’t want to disappoint you
Stay so close to you
Don’t want to disappoint you
Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 1:26 AM UTC
Life is something that couldn’t be learned from a book or learned from man cause man isn’t perfect.
But man could teach wisdom and teach other from the wrong doings or mistakes one has encountered in life.
Gray hairs means old age but does not mean he is wise nor smart or god.
We Roam around.
We make ties.
We burn bridges.
We make up.
We stab backs.
We cry but we die but why...
I can’t comprehend this thing called death?
Why does my life have an expiration date?
Wonder what happens after we die Heaven or Hell thats something only the dead knows.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 1:52 AM UTC
take this road
to the moon
take his hand,
the moon child,
cause that’s how
its supposed to be
all this pain
all this sorrow
that’s our destiny
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
To be Robinson Crusoe
or even Ishmael
a tiny slice of heaven
or smaller touch, of hell
Salt and sea, and water
adrift away from land
just a sailor's dream
no wish, and no demand
Sans greater call Poseidon
or mermaids with urgent need
swimming in the ocean
as ancient, elder, bleed
The waters older than eden
the want of desire, defined
yearning briny shores
one we've never left
behind
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
Colors, have ways of making us soar,
or fall.......they make us buoy...
they, too, can divide and isolate...
long ago, a magazine
was colored and identified for a reason.....
also,
a kind of blue-sy music, upon which i groove,
...was named for the same reason...
.............a magazine..... a music genre,
became instruments...and parts of
dark and golden moments.......recalled
and enjoyed, every now and then...they're
painted.......registered in people's minds....
life is a magazine of stories, of poetry...
life is a jukebox...filled with soundtracks
life is an album...a collection of smiles
...of colorful images and emotions
reddish brown at first...turning yellow brown,
with tinges of taupe.......mottled through the years,
turning...into fading shades of sepia...
i refuse my late summer moments on earth
............to be done in Grisaille,
painted, only in tones of grey and dark green...
...it is written...one day, life would be hued with
subdued colors...the blues, silvers and grays,
...........will be cold as winter...
but, until then,
i'd rather be consumed with liveliness
i would adorn my days with peach and lilac
blossoms, hang fuschia pink pennants
on my wall....to brighten my disposition,
i'd practice...play the guitar once again,
i'll wear my ruffled, dappled-purple skirt,
and yellow converse sneakers when i walk on
the pavement....under blue skies that enhance
greens, and gold...colors that breathe existence
transforming weariness to courage...
wherever...whenever, however possible,
i speak, whisper to God words of gratitude,
and endless thanksgiving...i pray for strength.
and acceptance........prepare myself...when,
.....i, too...would face my own moments,
...............of fading sepia.
Sally
Copyright August 6, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
No, don’t tell me I’m perfect.
A lie is never a compliment.
Tell me exactly who I am.
Tell me I’m a pain in the ***
an uptight, control-freak Asian,
a sarcastic *****
an emotional wreck,
a nerdy, dorky, silly, insecure girl.
Then tell me you love me for it.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
He spent his day in
hell's reading room,
so now he is trying
to put out the flames
in his brain
which threaten
to consume it
entirely.
He does not try
very hard.
His mind wanders
to death
at a crossroads,
names without meaning,
how so much love
fossilizes in the air.
It grows hotter
and hotter.
His nervous system
recoils in horror
like a defiled angel.
Purity seems the
better choice.
Even though
the flames stretch
out tortured hands,
he tries no harder.
He is lost
in the kingdom
of words.
A kingdom
only burning cleanses.
He hears Cerebrus
barking.
~mce
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
it's 6 in the morning and i'm listening to the blues
the soul in the sax plays a tune to mimic the rhythm of my feelings
a crescendo of colorful sound to express my inability to decide whether to take the road that's right or left
which ever road leads me back to you
you see it's like a magnetism--our love
no matter if the fire burns down the walls around us
or the flood of our tears washes us down the hillside
nothing separates us for more than a moment
and here we stand back at the crossroads
again
so i'm going to take this midnight train to Georgia
for the love of you
because when a man loves a woman
there ain't no mountain high enough
to keep them apart
lean on me, and i'll see you through
hold me, so you can help me stand too
we can be whoever we're to be
it's no one else's business
we can be free--just the two of us
in my heart, my baby love
some day, we'll be together
again.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
The Back Beat of the Bass, In a Bourban infused bar
Smooth to the bend of , The blues note Guitar
Saxman whail's to the, Smoky Slow blues Singer
And Drummer riffs off , A High Hat Brush Stinger
The Pianoman lays down, A Slow soft tune
As the Vocals Stir the mix, In a soft **** Croon
People dance so close, It Shuts out the World
Lost in Love, Lust, & Bourban.....
Bartender sets up another Round
As the Crowd of the room, Soaks up the Sound.....
Toker's Blowin' Smoke, Hid in the hall by the Johns
The Bars Mood Sways...As the music Carries on
A Patron at the Bar, Orders up another beer
And the Dancers Float, Across the dance Floor
The Glow of Neon Spills, Colored Red Lights....
A Soft **** Setting, For a Memorable Night
The Guests all begged and, Pleaded for an Encore
So the band fired up... Just one more
All on A Saturday night.....JMF 1/31/15
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC