#stops
Wind drifting through grass
At my feet, it stops and moans
Wind breaks- moaning ends
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 2:25 AM UTC
at my stop,
but very few getting on,
even fewer getting off, all
on account nobody feels
like going anyplace anyway
I don’t mind,
like stretching out,
and the big picture
sized windows mine,
now all to myself, got
fantastic view of
empty streets
the bus drivers don’t
kick me off at the last
stop anymore, happy
for the company, even
though the drivers are
the sorriest sad sacks,
crying quietly under
the masks that don’t
hide all that much
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
let me know
when you will go
as you take with you
everything even my soul
i search for my self
my eyes will give
answer that it might go
the time will pass
the time comes
my watch annoys
as i look at times
she finally stops
my heart knocks
in spite of its knocks
the lamp is off
as the electricity was off
my brain was light
waiting her bright
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
Stops music
Rewind time
Pause for awhile
then play again
Everyday is like this
I want to get out
I look at the sky
when I'm tired
sick of being like this
now I'm wondering
of all the words
that this poem can start
why it has to be stops
I'm stuck
I should rewind my life
https://t.co/FwYpSqjzEQ
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
You gave me all of the colours of love,
let us get lost somewhere
where time stops forever.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
In the kingdom of royalties and nobles
We hid ourselves amongst the darkest corner
Avoiding such extravagant parties of fame and power,
Instead we found ourselves in each other's eyes
Though it was never as magical as those stories told
It left a sense of excitement in me,
But never did you know we will meet again
In the morning of intertwined fate
Inside the Kingdom we vow to serve till death
Together we rise our sword for the Kingdom we protect
Side by side as Knights we will fight till our last breath;
And how I wish to be with you even if the night comes
As the moonlight touches our bare skins tonight
Yet that would never happen for I will let you go now
This time I will serve my stand as the noble's daughter
And leave my sword in the Kingdom as a reminder of our history
And you will remain the Kingdom's right hand protector;
Finally this time our path stops to intertwined
As we now move forward, not looking back with our pride held high.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
Out of sync, when all is
mine. Unforgiving, is the
power of time. She asks of
he, plainly, will it end? The
sadness, of the unknown.
Her, inability, he, so willingly,
sought the gladness, of she.
Can we all not share, the same
despair, of lovers who dare, to
undo the unfair? No. Happiness,
only burdens the few. I envy you.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
I've rode a bus to nowhere,
but I wrote down every stop
to realize that
even though we don't realize it!!
In our journey there are much
better places to get off than the last stop.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
The car slows down
and in the moment
so does the sound,
all I can hear is my heart.
The car stops and so do I,
as I start to cry
I let everything out
that was being held inside.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 3:53 AM UTC
(he seemed happier,
i swear,
when i wasn’t there)
and the wedge between our friendship
will never really leave
and the One Who Invited Himself
will tell his friends that i’m a *****
make a life lesson out of me
to his children
foolish boy
don’t you know your love is waiting for you
and that sometimes nothing can be said
or done
and that love can’t be forced
or, in a way that makes sense,
talked about ?
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
Bus stop dreads stop me in my tracks because I'm too white to be coming
around here.
My clothes are too ***** and my smile too honest.
I live a life of privilege that has nothing to do with the color of my skin or
the "insufficient funds" in my bank account.
Idle time is the devil's plaything they say,
But the devil has always sent his own to take care of me.
So we just keep on walking, not to be judged by the race based politics of those who have no recognized power over us.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
For soothe I do know why I am so sad;
The one I love has left me for the dead.
I walk amidst the blades of soft green grass,
While each verdant bloom cuts me to my last.
My love for you was like a faithful sword,
'Till it ran back to where my heart was stored.
It struck me where I tick and ceased my tock.
My love for you, it will not ever stop
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
With just the right
subtle jump
out of body
I descend
It's not the pain that crushes
my chest, it's not the rain
making my face wet, only
the mental sleight
of hand
Bear rejection
Bare deception
Pry the cork from wine
to try time from bottle
Bare the right bane
Bear the wrong boon
Mention this slip to only one
calamitous
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
He only sees the wall in front of him,
not what lays behind,
Or what can come from a little imagination.
Here he stops,
To see if it will open,
He doesn't know who will come to his rescue this time,
He thinks its his last,
He wonders what might happen or has in the past.
He only sees the wall.
He doesn't know how he'll get through.
The only answer might just be you.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
I was standing on the elevated train platform on Kings Highway and East 16th Street, waiting on the Q train to come and take me to where I needed to be. It was a late February Brooklyn morning and as I leaned over to see if anything was heading our way - I saw nothing but an empty track. The track rolls along an open path in plain sight, there are no obstacles - so if the train is 3 or 4 stops away - you will be able to see something moving in the distance and let out a breath and say, "About time."
Its not only a metaphor, by the way. The Q can mean "Queen" and the tracks can be a future that one is waiting on. In my case though - I was waiting for the train.
But there is a "Wait" that we all go through - we grow up dreaming of some sort of future and end up living a whole different life. No one is ever truly sure if the life that came through turned out better than the dream - but in each person's life there are countless dreams that constantly are born and alive. Still we continue waiting.
Some dreams can seem like a never ending nightmare where we are hoping for the alarm clock to wake us up.
Other dreams are like a perfect summer's day in June - that we spend the rest of the summer trying to duplicate only to end up falling short but having a good day none-the less.
Some dreams are like a Snow Day is to a child - no school and all play, mommy in the kitchen making some hot chocolate, TV humming in the living room as your sister or brother watch. You standing by the window watching the snowflakes congregating on the cars, trees and the streets.
Some dreams begin and end with no proof of ever taking place. I knew an older man who once told me that everything he had was taken away from him in Germany during the late 1930's and 40's. He was 12 years old, living with his parents and 6 brothers and sisters and getting ready to be Bar-Mitzva'd within a year. One night, they were taken out of their home by force - whatever possessions they had were left in their apartment. Within a month he was alone - his parents and siblings sent to different camps. He survived the war, barely, and found himself an orphan at 15 years old - with no siblings, pictures or souvenirs of a life and a future that had been stolen from him in plane sight. He moved to New York where he had an Uncle, got married and had his own children and grandchildren.
"But somewhere there are millions of souls still trying to get back what was taken from them. My soul was lost - from when I left Europe until I had my first child is all a blur to me. But when I saw my baby for the first time, snuggled in his blanket and safe from this world, I began to live again. I cried for hours, days hell even years. I began to feel and it kept me up at night - we all had dreams...but I had been given the life that so many had stolen from them."
"My eldest brother wanted to move to Jerusalem, my sisters wanted to get married and be mothers and wives - while my younger brothers wanted to just play. Just play - can you imagine something as simple as 'Just Play'? They all disappeared with no trace of ever having existed besides letters typed onto paper. Those letters cannot express the dreams, the joys, the fears they each possessed. The look my mother would give me when she was upset - it would send chills up my spine. The feel of my fathers beard against my face when he would kiss me as I lay sleeping..."
"My friends, who were all excited about getting bar-mitzvahed that year...they had dreams and aspirations back then as well. My friend Avram wanted to be a Doctor - can you imagine? A doctor? What if he would've been the Doctor who cured cancer? Instead the cures, the dreams, the aspiration lay in ashes on the ground. No proof of ever having had the parents or the day to day lives we enjoyed once upon a time. What we did have was our faith - that no one could ever take away"
I would always walk away from my old friend feeling that we have been given the opportunity so many have had taken from them. I would walk away feeling that I was a thief of time - having wasted was allotted to me. I would walk away in awe of people who were able to continue to have faith in a God who possibly fell asleep at the wheel.
This was a long time ago - maybe ten or fifteen years ago - I learned from him that we that nothing lasts forever. Not love, people, time, pain, sadness, joy, laughter - nothing is immortal - everything is transient - from one emotion to the next, from one second to the next - nothing stops moving, evolving, revolving or spinning in its place. The rivers keep flowing and the arms on the clock keep on moving - the sun rises, the sun sets, the moon rises and then goes away again. There is no certainties in this world - nothing, not even the sun. But faith - a true belief is something no one can ever take away.
So dream big, live bigger; love a lot and express it even more.
But if you take the time to soak it all in - to ingest and to invest in the stuff that is vital to existence - the stuff that "Dreams are made of." You will find that there are things in life that not even time can take away.
Paint your masterpiece and paint it over and over again...that train will find its way towards you in time - all in its time.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC