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 Dec 2013 Val Ikelugo
Sebastian
It seems as though
I always want to talk to you
But our conversation comes at a cost
Because every word spoken
Puts me one word closer
To the last words I'll ever say to you.

With hope I could forever speak
With reason and love aimed at your heart
Taking your ears and making them listen
To what I need you to hear
Before you cannot hear anymore.

Carefully I select the sounds I speak
As not to choose the wrong ones
Picking silently in my head
The memories I would like to leave behind
In every moment I spend with you.

I know the last words I will say to you.
They are in my head now
Dancing on my lips
Teasing your ears
But I will not say them.
Not now.
Instead,
I will say them when it is time
For them to be true.

I do hope, however, that when that time comes
You will have already said them
To me.
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©Sebastian @http://hellopoetry.com/sebastian/
 Dec 2013 Val Ikelugo
Mike Hauser
We are all but dancers
In the rhythm of life
While some seem to dance it perfectly
Some can't get the steps down right

Don't let that stop you from dancing
We each have our own heartbeat
Whether or not you are sure footed
Or if you were born with two left feet

Though we often feel that life can be
A large gymnasium at times
Waiting for someone to dance with us
As we sit on the side

Instead of waiting to be asked to dance
Like so many often do
Where ever it is you are right now
You can dance just for you

Perhaps a ballerina floating gracefully
Across life's massive stage
Giving your own rendition
To the beauty of swan lake

Or dancing to the river
Perhaps something in modern style
Whatever dance it is you deliver
How ever far it is the mile

Dance like there's no tomorrow
To your very own rhythm
For no one else can dance like you
The dance that you've been given
 Dec 2013 Val Ikelugo
Mike Hauser
Nothing ever seems to work for me
The way it normally is planned
When the crowd all sits down
That is when it is I stand

When they're no longer taking questions
That is when I raise my hand
No nothing ever seems to work for me
The way  it normally is planned

Things always seem to go
A tad bit different for me
Just a tick or two off
From what they call life's normal beat

People often wonder
Exactly what it is
That continually brings about
This life of quirkiness

I can hear the whispers
There must be a cure for what I do
But ten out of ten doctors surveyed
Say they have no clue

So I'll just continue living and loving life
Exactly how I am
As long as I'm happy with the way things are
I see no need to try and understand
 Dec 2013 Val Ikelugo
Mike Hauser
I'm a man of many faces
I've carved out over time
I carry them around with me
In a leather bag strapped to my side

Usually I'll leave it up to others
How it is they set the mood
The way we interact
To what face it is I choose

I have a face I use for concern
One I have that looks deep in thought
I'm still working on the one that looks like it's in love
But I'm not sure I'll use it a lot

I've got one that's fairly happy
It's taken years to carve it out
Five different ones in stages of sadness
Two that are riddled with doubt

I hold onto one that no longer fits me
I haven't worn in quite some time
It's the face that I was born with
The innocence of a child

One I've carved over and over
Cause I wear it out all the time
It's the one with the look of disbelief
When it gazes on the state of mankind

I have a face with which I greet strangers
One I use with friends
Also a face that says I'm sorry
If I need to make amends

But there is one I don't carry with me
The face I leave at home
For when I lock my door at night
It's the face I call alone...
 Dec 2013 Val Ikelugo
Mike Hauser
I'm feeling so up these days
I hope your down with that

Things have seemed to turn out right
Since my girlfriend left me

She moved up North
When our relationship went South

I'm a grown man
But I'll miss her calling me baby

Her sweet mother was
A Drill Sargent in the Army

Her family always ordered
Breakfast at dinner time

Then one day my girl did eat
Ketchup on her hot dog

At that very moment
Was the beginning of the end for me

Who doesn't know Ketchup goes on a burger!
Mustard goes on a hot dog!
Am I right!? Uh? Well am I!
Oh I'm sorry...where was I?

Oh yea, one more thing...
Her father liked to smile upside down

I called it a frown
But he called it the way he felt about me...
 Dec 2013 Val Ikelugo
Mike Hauser
Dear Friend...
At times I am afraid for you
That your hiding from the truth
In the words you constantly use

Dear friend...
You dig deep in your soul in what you say
Instead of giving the pain a home
You need to give the pain away

Dear Friend...
If you'll permit me here to say
Your worth so much more than "the you"
That your poetry portrays

Dear Friend...
Hold up to the light the words you wrote
Try and shine a line or two
With a tiny ray of hope

Dear Friend...
After that is done I think you'll see
That what you thought was lost
*You only set it free
To all those on here with low self esteem and troubled lives...
There is always a better day just over the hill...
 Dec 2013 Val Ikelugo
Mike Hauser
I've been looking up
I've been looking down
I've been found looking all around

I've been searching here
I've been searching there
I find myself searching everywhere

I've dug deep within
I have given out
As I waded in a humanities lake of doubt

I've been to the East
I've been to the West
All the different places that I thought were best

Been leaning with the left
Hanging with the right
I have jumped ahead and I fell behind

I have searched the North
I have combed the South
Caught myself looking here and there about

I am searching hearts
I am searching souls
Searching everywhere a mans allowed to go

I am looking in
I am looking out
Listening intently for the slightest sound

I am looking high*
I am looking low
Looking everywhere
*I think that love could grow...
 Dec 2013 Val Ikelugo
Mike Hauser
Have pity on me
all I ask is one day without poetry
Between you and the heart
do you think you could find
Some type of reprieve
from this constant rhyme

From the very moment
it is you wake up
You start churning out ideas
like you can't get enough
From your constant
metaphoric playing of words
Mind aren't you listening,
haven't you heard

I honestly feel
I need a break from the rhyme
Before madness sets in
and sanity takes a hike
If you'd use your eyes
I'm sure you would see
That all you think of
these days is poetry

PS.
Dear Mind,
could you see things my way
is that to much to ask
just for one day...
 Dec 2013 Val Ikelugo
Mike Hauser
May my life to you Lord
Be an open book
As you put your pen to paper
And give it a lasting look

Fill it with all the wonders
Of your glory page by page
Let me show a childlike innocence
As it is written day by day

An adventure, not a mystery
When it comes to knowing you
Base on fact, not on fiction
Not on lies but filled with truth

And when the final chapter is written
No matter how long the book may be
Let the title be "Your Glory"
And every chapter my great need
 Dec 2013 Val Ikelugo
Alicia
Open my door and open my mind
I take a second and go back in time
I go back to when, I didn't know you
Go back to when sad wasn't just blue
It was clear and it was real and it lingered in my air
It didn't take a breath, it only took your stare
To remind me of why my pillow was wet
Back to the times when a smirk was a threat
When days would drag on, while I was with him
They weren't really days because light was so dim
He tore me apart like junk mail on Saturdays
Scared me and bruised me, then begged me to stay
That's when you found me with my toes off a cliff
You took my hand, and gave me a kiss
A kiss that would heal, more than the pills
A kiss that seems to walk along with me still
Because when I wake up in the middle of the night
I remember you're there, holding me tight
But it's when I start to close my eyes
& go back to when, dark was a time
& light was a thing I didn't know of
When a hug from you was the same as a shove
& it brings me back to my toes off a cliff
& my heart starts to shake and my body gets stiff
But behind my eyelids, I decide to fall
Hoping my memories will fall along with it all
a.m.
this was about a dumb boy, now it's relevant for a different dumb boy
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