Isaac Jul 23
white pages before me
pure as snow

no mark, no scratch
no story to show

page after page
waiting to be used

patient, at peace
excited, and amused

each page a day
of the future world

anticipating the time
when its purpose will unfold

who will be a part of it?
everyone but those yet to be

who will enjoy it most?
the people who now get ready
Written 1 July 2018
Some hold out hope
Others give up for dead,
Some believe in miracles
More proclaim free will.
Some expecting disappointment
Find regret instead,
Others wait for Luck's return
In broken pieces, still.
Some in line against the wall
Wait with vacant eyes,
Some with kids who won't shut up
Just look down and sigh,
Too many end their
days the same way
We first arrive.
Dead hopes and broken miracles,
Our televisions thrive.
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
On the day
or in the night.
In the dark or
in the light
black or white.

Whatever.
whichever way.

You got a choice
how you look.
On the flip side
or the other side,
any side of the coin.
Down the sun
or down the Moon!
Sam Jul 16
This is an anthem
for my heart
who just lost the battle
to gain your love.

This is a cue
for the drums
to start the beat
when I raise
the white flag.

This is a ceremony—
I should start.
An event of telling you
that I give up.

I

Gave

Up

Not because I'm weak
or because I'm tired.
It's because I see
that your love isn't me.

I'm happy for you
as I forfeit my long dreams
along with my feelings.




Noises in Mind, Copyright © 2014
Sam N. de la Rosa
All rights reserved.
Next page