#talkative
While wiping the dust off the chairs,
the radio garnished the room with a lovely song.
We chatted and laughed over and over,
sprinkling the flowers to beset the room.
Everyone was merry and positive.
We shared our worries, cried, sobbed, encouraged and supported each other.
We didn't care for nothing because we had ourselves to rely on
so we spoke up without fear nor shame.
Our confidence as family was one to be envied
because we listened and shared our cares.
The day after was more than disastrous.
Wherever we went we paused in shock.
Words cruised from mouth to mouth
and echoed from street to street.
Even the birds sung our song.
Our depths and cares were known all over the place.
We were bewildered beyond our strengths
because we didn't know you were the parrot in the house,
spreading our stories wherever you went.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 4:37 AM UTC
I don't want to talk about the weather
I don't want to talk about how humid it was today, or how it rained some time last week
I want to talk about if you think the aliens are real
I want to talk about which type of flower reminds you of your mother
And I want to talk about what song from the last five years reminds you of summer
I want to talk about the pets you had growing up and their names and the marks on their coats
I want to talk about the first time you fell in love and what her smile looked like
Did she have crooked teeth?
Were her lips painted red the day you noticed you loved her?
I want to talk about what kind of toppings you like on your pizza
And I want to talk about how you like your coffee in the morning
Do you prefer more sugar, more cream?
Black coffee, or no coffee at all?
I want to talk about your stance on immigration laws or abortion or gun control
I want to talk about where you have most felt at home
Was it the basement at your mother's place, where you first got laid?
Or maybe it is the baseball field where you scored your first home run?
I want to talk about who you are when no one is looking, because that's when it counts the most
Do you always spare a dollar for the homeless man under the bridge at the intersection by work?
Do you hold the door open for old ladies with six bags in their arms and a coat full of cat hair?
I want to talk about everything and anything except the weather
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
when she's happy, she can't stop talking, but when she's sad, she doesn't say a word.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 5:14 PM UTC
I have a friend
She is my Forever
A friend since childhood
She's like a precious treasure
Unfortunately she lives far away
But with video chat we can talk
face to face nearly every day
I have a friend
She is my Sun
So calm and gentle
She's full of fun
When I'm feeling bleak
My mood dark as night
She comes bringing her rays of sunshine
and surrounds me with her light
I have a friend
She is my Knight In Shining Armour
A friend who's talkative and vibrant
She's a real charmer
She always seems to know when I'm feeling sad and blue
She takes me away on what we call a pampering rescue
I have a friend
She is my smile
I've had this friend for quite a while
Time will pass maybe 6months or more
Next minute she'll be at my door
With a big smile and lots of charm
ready to greet me with open arms
I have a friend, My best friend
She is my sister
If she were to ever leave
I would truly miss her
She is so full of love, support and care
and no matter what she's always there
She helps me so
and life at times isn't much fun
And one day I hope to repay her for everything she has done
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
*I know for a fact that I am talkative,
In which I find noise as something positive.
But when it comes to you, your eyes and your smile,
I can't help but think that silence can be worthwhile.*
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
Listen. I'm not silent.
In fact, I'm immensely talkative.
I have a loud mind that produces battalions of statements daily.
I am talkative.
Words egress from my lips like rivers flowing to vast seas.
I speak of my aspirations, dreams, and visions for the future.
I brag about my strengths and feats that I have achieved.
I impart my knowledge and discoveries to the curious.
I am not silent.
I share my experiences and learnings to elicit self-reflection.
I exclaim my inspirations and interests with much enthusiasm.
I was never silent.
I admit my weaknesses, insecurities, and fears with difficulties.
I enumerate my quirks and oddities despite hesitating.
I disclose my secrets and sins that marred me.
Why do you call me silent?
I elaborate my thoughts and my whims on the spot.
I sing my favorite rhymes, lullabies, and songs that are more than just mellifluous melodies.
How can you call me silent?
I utter peculiar lines and cryptic metaphors in varying tones.
I narrate stories of friendships, love, romance, and passion in diverse forms.
I spit verses of hatred, greed, atrocity, and apathy with vehemence.
I scream what's taboo, ****** unconventional, and abhorrent unabashedly.
There is absolutely no space in my mouth for silence.
I am not silent and my lips are not closed.
Your eyes are just covered, and you do not know how and when to listen.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
I curse myself my misfortune,
Yet when it turns I bless it
I say goodbye sometimes,
Yet immediately want to turn around and talk some more
I always worry when I'm not around you,
Yet when ill befalls me and you're not there I tell you not to
Sometimes I feel like I am the worst,
Yet still manage to see the best in others
I am instinctively protective of you and my friends,
Yet all I want to do is rest my head on your shoulder and give up
I rant and rage about some people, all fire,
Yet when I actually speak to them I become ice
I always want to talk to you,
Yet unless in a babbling mood I find it hard to do so
In my mind, I picture myself as a smooth talker,
But honestly? The moment I see you I am tongue-tied
If only you knew my ironically comical habits,
That befall me when I fall for you
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC