Finally reached my two days off-
decided that "today, I will do nothing."
But, isn't "doing nothing, doing something?"
We don't realize how important the word "doing" is.

"What are you doing?"
"How are you doing?"
"Why are you doing.......?"
"When are you doing.....?"
"Who are you ......... (Oops!, Save that one for later)

copyright" r. riddle July 06, 2015

I see a girl
Looking at me
She looks so pale
So white
Her eyes are shining
So wide
She looks so thin
Her ribs are showing
The bra looks loose
Hanging on her shoulders
Her hair ties back
Up in a messy bun
The girl looks at me
And I look at her
She looks so tired
She seems to be in pain
I feel so helpless
That I couldn't do anything
I reach out to touch her
She did the same
The cold hits my fingers
It's hard and solid
Realisation hits
Shock look upon her face
That girl
Is me

Media naranja

When we were walking through the streets trying to find souvenirs, there was a store named la media naranja. *"Do you know what that means?"

"Orange middle? Half orange?"

He laughed.
"It's when you find the one for you.
Your girl, your boy. And you just fit. You find your other half. The other half to your orange."

*"Like a soulmate."

Little baby spiders crawling on my skin
I was the *******
I had let them in

Upgrade
To coin to nickle
From all the memorandum papers to chop
Slice
And decide and decide what is your dated fate

At your breast he likes to play
     dive-for-the-******.
Like an Olympian on the high platform
     he rears back,
     contemplates the distance,
     the object,
then lunges.

Today he grabs his own hair, pulls.
     And screams.
The more he pulls, the more he screams
     until I unclutch his fingers.

Don’t we all wish sometimes
     a big hand would swoop down
     to unclutch us
     from our mistakes?
Then, oh! to rear back
     and lunge
at life’s big love.

The world continues spin
even when all noise ends.
Skipping like a broken record,
dancing to the same tune over
over over over.....

Untrodden silver cesspool, 
Darkened by bombshell blast, 
Riding in weathered abyss, 
Covered with killer cannon fodders past. 

Black battle went into starstruck night,   
All started to fall, but not all fast, 
Over tricky time they all did fight, 
With wind guiding bloodstained mast. 

Lovers light broke with rising sun, 
Gleefully gallivanting through hours passed, 
Tediously tiptoeing with hopes to run,  
Over red salty sea made infinitely vast.