"sassily" poems
He's different, I think
When I sat down firstly
I barely gave a blink
So did he, none did speak
But then he asked me
"Is that x over y?"
And he smiled so gently
So heavenly, it warmed me
I said, "Yes, yes it is,"
And returned the smile
half-heartedly
In hopes he'd return one back
Everyday, I sat beside him
Everyday, I hoped I could to to him
Everyday, I psyched myself
Everyday, I believe fate would bring him to me
I think I started to fall a little harder
in my mind, so much thoughts to ponder
"What if we fell together,
or would he treat me like another brother?"
His friends are vastly... different
Egos blown, language ever so sharp
They'd play and frolic around
But he, no, he'd rather sit and look around
Unlike them, he liked to smile a lot
Unlike them, he'd give and opt not to take
Unlike them, he'd speak with his eyes filled of genuine interest
Unlike them, he'd make you feel... warm... understood... human
Time passed, I did nothing
I was ever content with small talk
We'd have hard time graphing parabolas
But when will love come around, my own graph?
The last day came, and all we ever did was write
He'd make jokes, and I would laugh
The hour passed, now time to say goodbye
"Dart sa heart", he utters, leaving me to ponder
Time for judgment day came
I utter my wish for luck to him, him to me
A grueling hour or two ran by so fast
I sighed, was relieved, was done, but could not afford a glance.
"3 minutes left!", the professor says
I nodded sassily
He chuckles
He nods as well
I think
I ponder
I feel
"Did he even feel so differently about me?"
The day is done
He walked off first
I followed
But there was no goodbyes
and neither did close the door
so I was left open
"When would I ever see him again?"
But I'd like to meet
but the answer is never
maybe pain is part of this growing...
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
Sally-Sam 'silently' sings in her mind 'aloud'
her mama screams: "Sally-Sam!"
But Sally-Sam startled, wide-opens her eyes.
She asks: "Mama, can you read my mind?"
Sally-Sam is six, skinny, and sweet.
She swirls with her flowery skirt, legs crossing in twirls,
with shoulders sassily scintillating a shrug.
her mama says, "come here, silly girl!"
But Sally-Sam still in shock stays in her spot.
Unsound, still silently singing her song,
she asks again, "mama, can you read my mind?"
Her mama says, "Sally-Sam!"
And Sally-Sam giggling and with a big smile says,
"Mama! How do you know my song?"
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
To the boy who crosses the brickyard with sorrow on your face,
Come cry with me.
To the girl who crosses the brickyard sassily tossing your hair,
Come strut with me.
To the guys who cross the brickyard arguing,
Come debate with me.
To the professor who crosses the brickyard worrying,
Come share your troubles with me.
To anyone who crosses the brickyard wearing sunglasses when it is cloudy,
Come hide with me.
Come fill me with your emotions, your troubles, your cares.
I am just an empty shell, waiting to be filled by those around me.
Let me live vicariously.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC