friends all over the world
successful, significant
working a dream
job, satisfied and justified
the work
that went in
skyping, texting
every year
happy birthday
dear
and on it goes, the wait
365 days more
for another 3 words
i wish i could
talk about the school
parties, month in advance
drop by your homes
just to say hi, and
stay. long.
conspire against teachers
bear the burnt
snickering.
be unabashed
without care or
regret.
be kids one more
time.
Long road, gorgeous twilight
Happy, content. No iota of care
I loved the moments I missed her
I miss the moments I loved her
Morning after morning a plan twofold
Salting the body to keep wounds of old
No worth would satisfy, as is foretold
For Revenge is a dish best served cold
I keep waiting for adventures. Someday, something great will happen and I’ll have a great post to write.
It’ll be a perfect day for doing stuff. Everything will align with the stars. I’ll grab that perfect exotic bite.
Jumping off the mountains singing with birds. Crossing great oceans swimming with dolphins.
Living like a nomad with no destination. It’ll all be so glorious, even the stale rice and beans.
But all that fun, all those stories, just that. Stories. Waiting instead of making. Busy, not free.
The least I could do is get out for a day. Forget the troubles, embrace the world, or just climb a tree.
There’s a trunk I know. A trunk full of terrors. A trunk full of scares. Buried deep somewhere.
There’s a key I know. A key that opens the trunk. A key that answers all the questions. Buried deep somewhere.
All I have done for most of my life is to keep the two separate. I don’t want that trunk open. Because I’m afraid.
I am afraid to face the realities buried. I am afraid to see my deepest fears come to life. So I try to forget them.
But every now and then it leaks the scares and run. Every now and again a quake shakes it open.
And I face fears inevitable. Monsters running wild, watching me fall through the void. I am rubble.
So, I reach for the key, deep within. And I get to the trunk. Maybe I should face them.
Nah. Someday though. Someday, I swear. You don’t know if I’m lying. You can’t tell.
Brutal are the nights
When you get in fights
Brutal are the days
When I get some space
Brutal is the moment
When you lament
Brutal is the time
When I’m fine
Brutal is my life
When you speculate rife
Brutal is my being
When I’m trusting
Brutal life no more
Euphoria at my core
The moment you I ditch
Bitch!
Helpless, feckless when you feel,
Omens bad when force you to kneel,
Purge all negativity then you must
Embrace the fate; don’t fright, just…
Freefalling from the sky, I
Plunge down to death. My
Racing heart to a halt, But
Thoughts go on. Uncut
Life before me regretful, Unjust
My deeds, shameful! Robust
Feelings of my betrayal echo, For
My evil gets everybody’s dekko. More
To lose and then some! Repent
Caused by what I’ve done. Taint
Misery for kin I brought. I am
Not the guy they thought. I am
Freefalling from the sky, I
Plunge down to death. My
Racing heart to a halt, But
Thoughts go on!
Everything to lose, nothing to gain
Whatever I do, it goes in vain
Arduous it’s getting to mask this pain
Afraid I might just go insane…
For days I work hard, for days I toil;
Even after dark I burn midnight oil,
In comes your reply and makes my blood boil;
It’s not good enough you say, it’s mud and soil…
All you say after I’ve served your kings,
Try a little harder or pack your things.
What more do you want from me earthlings;
You are asking me to fly after clipping my wings.
