The magic of the world doesn’t have to disappear after you’ve grown up
Just because you’re older doesn’t mean you can’t have fun
Life has a way of being unexpected and lovely
The sensation of a warm summer breeze and the blazing summer sun
Late nights and adventures that words cannot do justice
Parks at night, the taste of blue ICEEs, the smell of a roller rink
Moments of silence that feel so full
I can be myself around you without having to think

Story of a brother always love bitten
Perpetually smitten
Friend zone trippin
Keeps his head up and never caught slippin
Connection so strong he had to pull away
Timing too wrong. Today is not the day.
Table for two with one place setting
Smiling with envy
At couples love letting
World's cold
80 degrees hot
Buying kids icees from the truck down the block
Just to see joy by some kind of means
Instead of reading sisters declarations from blaring memes
Social media killed the dating scene
People hurt themselves
******* on some theme
Makes a man scream
Silent on his deen
Silent screaming makes the shakes
Artificial stimulation intervenes
Hit the brakes
Here come the snakes
Swivel hips and painted face
Band aid love
Won't even distract
No alchemy kit could bring
that chemistry back


© Haakim Understanding 2017

The sky is an open door, painted blue and looking bright through well-lit window panes.
It looks even more strongly outside.

People swarm around in dovey droves, trying to outdo gods with a football and tickets. In sixth grade, the doves played hackysack and sold Icees.
I ran with an egg in a spoon, slippery eels in my veins, and I ran faster thus. “Don’t drop it! Ohmigosh!” Then, suddenly, a silver bullet laced with artificed intelligence struck my temple, pounding, pounding
POUNDING
It was then that I realized that no one was purely a bird.
That open feeling comes back in big cities, though now I see everyone like little more than dove ****.
Drink the drink, away, away;
I’ll come again for 6th grade field day.

a brief time at the playground
             pretzels, ICEEs, cheese pizza
                        lost on the way home, but we make it …

                                           sweet wave goodbye