They called her "Easy" I don't know why I quite liked her Her kind smile She wore shiny bright clothes Looked awesome to me Mum and the neighbors would collect in the corridor Talk about her I wandered why They spent so much time Talking about someone they did not like...
Pop Pop what's that I hear Pop Pop pop pop pop An elderly man in front of me falls to the ground I fall to the floor crouched against the checking counter I see thru a crack A young man in a cashier's uniform Pushes a few people to the ground No more than 16 years old He rushes towards the gunman Charges into him Pop Pop pop pop pop For a second his body Dances in the air Lifeless he falls to the ground His last dance This young brave hero So young So much potential Gone in a second Gone too soon...
His small, soft, chubby hands clutches onto mine - large, rough, calloused But he doesn't care He loves his mom and it feels wonderful... Just holding hands...
Daffodils shiver in delight As the summer breeze mischievously whistles by Teasing the daffodils to a dance White cotton candy clouds play peekaboo with the sun I float upon my hammock In the company of Austen I nod in and out of my blissful nap Oh what a Perfect Day !!
Wind howls through the window Skies grey and dull as if in mourning... Amidst so much dreariness A lil bird hops and skips on my window sill Chirping as she goes Spreading cheer on this dreadful morn... Telling me ... all is not lost Tomorrow...still to come...
Dark clouds gather overhead A drop of rain bounces off my raven head I look for shelter but find none Suddenly I feel something Over my head - your jacket And I find my shelter.. right by your side
I see her hurt, I say nothing My pride getting the better of me Her eyes red, filling up with tears She says nothing... Her pride getting the better of her The silence thickens.... as it gets more painful... more uncomfortable.. I want to stop her Pride like a stone stuck in my throat... won't let me..silence prevails Her bus comes halts She gets in doesn't look back Her pride won't let her I stand there... A few drops of rain bounce off my coat I stand there letting it all come down Now a heavy shower Drenched to my skin A tear rolls down my cheek Mingles with the rain A man never cries I cry like a baby No one notices In this pouring rain nobody does.. Life goes on.. Too busy to notice this one lone man crying in the rain....
Going thru your clothes I find a note ...a love note from your lover said "I miss you " I stared at it My hurt turned into tears drenching the note soggy and lifeless... I tore it into a million pieces... You came home that night I greeted you at the door with a kiss Like always... We sat there had dinner, talked about the day, watched TV Like always... A million questions flooded my head But words would not come.. I just kept quiet and let it hurt inside Days went by...I said nothing... I let it all be.. You see I hate change... Like always...
She pushed her soft cheeks against mine Put her chubby little hands in mine Still as a picture Knowing what was needed.... Not a word was uttered between us We sat there and weathered the storm...
They never tell me anything outright But the moment I enter the shop There is a stiffness in the atmosphere The shopkeeper's eyes stern and alert watching my every move... I turn the corner and check the stuff on display He comes up to me and says "hey watch it - no messing around, what do you want ? " I mumble, "a pack of Marlboros" He gets it and demands for the money as if I would not pay I am walking down the street with my hands in my pockets A police car drives up to me The officer gives me a ***** look and asks me to get lost and never be seen in the neighborhood I am made to feel like a fugitive everyday of my life Everyday I have to give explanations for things I have not done But it does not affect me no more.. I feel no hurt I feel no pain I feel no humiliation Just a feeling of numbness spreading thru my brain So that I don't think anymore I don't feel like - why do they do this to me I just accept it
Everyone is here Yet no one is listening Eyes on their phones Ears blocked by head phones A room full of people Yet nobody talks How can we be surrounded... and yet feel so alone Seeking connection in digital screens How many likes and how many dislikes Keeps us awake almost all nights So much connection yet no ones connected Still feel alone... Still feel alone...
Selling me dreams neatly stacked Just like your new books never read They stay on the shelf Looking very pretty Stacked up neatly... Just like your promises Never to be realized Never to be read...
Faint light filters through the curtain lace On a dusky cold winter morn As steamy cups of coffee sit upon the beech wood tray We sit there in silence Lots to talk about but nothing to say The coffee grows cold With polite smiles frozen on our faces Talk about the weather Talk about the children Talk about Sunday mass Talk about everything else but us...