I run out of dimes
to purchase words
to rhyme
and so still flows
the time
that I can hear
fearless cries going
faint, gliding in the
air, like a ghost of
distant past
and the moment’s truth
that is never going
to last
and I end up
sitting, on the surface
just a stone’s throw away
from an empty
hallway, where red lights blaze
and the eyeballs glaze
over the lit up moments
that got away
from my reach
as I turn into
the person, I never
wanted to be.
human
smile please.
i met them two
ladies, at 4th and Brannan.
their face had given up
on wrinkles.
their hair was warm as
the lord’s blessing
any given Sunday.
and colored as bright as
Lucifer’s face.
their bent back pointed
towards the future
of us.
all of us.
one of them had colored
dotted socks on.
maybe they matched.
or that was the trick?
the other one had the
sleight of the bluest southern skies.
they were both out
and about at an AM in the morning
when you’d still be regretting
the existence of your loneliness
or awkwardness of last night
in your dreams.
them?
i’ve never seen a smile so contagious.
let’s save lives
i am only
a human
it’s the
poetry
that saves
lives.
Rejection
Rejection is not failure.
Failure is not trying.
At all.
Strength
“Your vulnerability makes you
anything but weak.
To show your heart
despite the trials
you’ve faced — that is the purest form of strength.”
– Someone on YouTube
Sunset
She arrived.
a gusty wind
telling tales
of
far off.
secrets apart
for me,
page
after page.
and I could
not
help but be
mesmerized
in every human way possible.
when she was done
I arose, to set
the sun.
Breathless
when the day ends
my eyes will close
and I will no longer
see things as they were
today.
silence will speak
and only few will
listen.
and I will dream
forever
with memories,
with no regrets of time before,
no worry of what shall transpire.
for I will be breathless
and one with a song
that gave birth
to my knowing.
Paperweights
Don’t be paperweights
holding down
loose leaves
of your scribbles,
grab,
and release them
in the wind.
They may not hold secrets
deep enough, you believe,
worth our time
but
if the sheets
scatter
inquisitive eyes might
catch a glimpse of
your ink blots on each page
and pass on your
courageous tale.
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