optimism lures me in every time
positivity feeds me
love enthusiasm
agreeable anteaters always allow ample Afghans, arresting
arsonists, angering awful aardvarks, as they arrive in Antarctica
The shadows stretch across the empty floor,
As I remember what we used to be.
I walk alone beside the open door,
And drown inside a "bridge over troubled water" sea.
You left me with a "shadow of the day,"
When everything we built began to fall.
I watched you turn your weary face away,
And leave me with "the sound of silence" call.
The evening brings a "fast car" driving past,
Reminding me of how we used to run.
I know that nothing golden ever can last,
And we are "stuck in a moment" undone.
I wander through "the scientist" advice,
To calculate the pieces on the floor.
My shaking hands are turning into ice,
Beside "the scientist" who walks no more.
The night becomes a "black hole sun" above,
A heavy weight that crushes down my chest.
I try to breathe the memory of our love,
And search the dark for some forgotten rest.
All is lost.
I refuse to believe
Light still shines.
Hope is fading.
It is foolish to think
Strength remains.
I am ill.
I do not concede that
There is a cure.
Hope is slipping.
It is absurd to think
I will get better.
And this will all come true unless we reverse it.
It starts as a whisper, a storm in your skin,
a pressure so loud, it echoes within.
Not for attention. Not for the show.
It’s the scream you can't let anyone know.
It's the moment you drown, desperate to feel,
when numbness becomes the loudest appeal.
They say, “Just talk,” but the words retreat -
how do you explain pain that doesn’t speak?
You cover the marks, pull down the sleeve,
play the part that others believe.
But it’s never about wanting to die -
it’s about needing something to quiet the cry.
And still, you survive. Again. Again.
You wake and ache but try to remain.
Because somewhere deep beneath that ache,
you know there's more than what pain can take.
So here’s what’s true, even if it’s small:
You are not your scars. You are not your fall.
You are the breath that followed the burn,
the strength in choosing each twist and turn.
Let your voice crack, let the silence break -
you’re allowed to need, to bend, to shake.
And if the darkness clings tonight,
let this poem hold the light
centered
open
nurture yourself
faith in your inner voice
indulge in your passions
deliberately decisive
enthusiastically lead
no doubt
courageous and creative
excited daily
You tower over the doorway,
wavy blonde hair catching the harsh fluorescent glare
of the hallway outside the prep room.
Everyone parts for you—
you carry that old, easy popularity
like a jacket you never have to zip against the cold.
I am sitting two desks down,
drowning in a sea of manila folders and printed articles,
our thirty-minute prep clock ticking down to zero.
They say extempers have to think on their feet,
have to look a judge in the eye and command a room,
turn global chaos into a neat seven-minute argument.
So why does a single digital inbox
leave me completely paralyzed?
I sent the words weeks ago.
A confession typed out in the dark margins of midnight,
shoved through the mail slot of your attention,
and you just walked past me this morning
with those sharp blue eyes,
looking right through me to the whiteboard behind my head.
You don't even have to offer a rebuttal.
Your silence is a twenty-four-point font,
screaming louder than any speech I have ever given.
magic melodic merrymaker manages Morrel mushrooms
never-do-well nefarious newts climb onto witch’s brooms
outstandingly ornery Greystone gargoyles grift gambling grooms
persnickety puffed up petunias pick on yellow marigold blooms
multitalented Taylor Swift
an amazing Renaissance woman
evening constellation show was totally tight
not quite contrived, but amazingly bright
the stars were blazing, beautiful white
Kansas crescent moon was gorgeously light
spacemen were in a bit of an Earthly plight
ominous feeling ever since today’s twilight
spaceship was enduring its eightieth flight
amazing sight in the sky, this October night
aliens experienced a bit of an unexpected fright
caught in the beam of a larger space craft’s light
their headlights flashing colors like a giant flashlight
Let’s get off of this planet yelled the first mate McMight
So, they zoomed off into the atmosphere, McMight and Kite
Kite, the captain, was glad to see this planet shift out of sight
Let’s not go back there, he said, something was not right
They never returned, but many had seen a sight that night
actresses reinvent themselves like chameleons
reimagining keeps our options and avenues open
trust your instincts, listen to your soul voice
inventors become writers, dancers, choreographers
striving toward newness keeps us alive
theater folks love being dramatic
imagining and building keeps you fresh
creative thinking uplifts the artist
Little Lolita was a feminine sweet-tempered girl
frilly and lacy with a large forehead curl
heels she wore were nineteen inches too high
her hair is piled up, to reach stars in the sky
(chorus)
Lithe light Lolia showing her ilk
sashaying daily in lace, satin and silk
causing men to go incredibly dumbfounded and wild
pretending to be innocent like a six-year-old child
Little Lolita, as intelligent and bright as the stars
descended from a long line of Russian Czars
an urban beauty who was born in New York City
avid conversationalist whose gossip is exceedingly witty
(chorus)
Lithe light Lolia showing her ilk
sashaying daily in lace, satin and silk
causing men to go incredibly dumbfounded and wild
pretending to be innocent like a six-year-old child
We want the best for our heroine, she makes us smile
I sing her praises as I clean out my pig’s awful stile
By George P. Lumayag
The dark clouds are hovering my beauty.
Though I’m lonely
but the clouds are kissing and hugging me.
No doubt my beauty shines at nightfall.
Then the wind hugs me
and it bumps on me at daylight.
No doubt my beauty
leads away.
As I go with the wind
And we fly high up in the sky to dream of the best flight.
mood inhibitors
needling nerves
outspoken opinions
personable persuasions
quicksilver attitude
the day begins at morning light
rooster crowing, terrific sight
five to six is this time of day
wake up wake up, it’s time to play
your stomach growls at half past noon
not the liquor, it’s much too soon
soup and salad, excellent choice
add devils food cake, extra moist
timetable is your decision
fulfilling your unique vision
wipe away all despair and gray
dip yourself in prayer, quick sashay
dance, skip, hop, jump, learn your own tune
reach for the stars, swing from the moon
marvelous day, put out the light
sleep well my darling, nighty night
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