God, I hate him.
I hate that i trusted him again, like my heart
Forgot what my mind already knew.
I hate how i was so blinded, mistaking
Empty promises for something that could
Finally last.
I hate how he made betrayal look so casual
Like breaking me was just another ordinary day.
I hate how he looked at me in the eyes and lied
Without shaking, while i loved him with
Every single ounce of love I had left.
With every ounce of trust
I had left.
I hate wondering what she had that i didnt
I hate the nights i convinced myself i just
Needed to try harder.
Most of all, i hate how he made me believe
It wasn't enough.
But maybe, I was never the one who wasn't
Enough.
Maybe the truth is, I gave my whole heart to
Someone who never knew how to hold.
Casual witch was covered with newts, polliwogs and frogs
She was determined to find a barnyard and incorporate some hogs
Thinking she was buggers, I turned and walked toward the bogs
Be careful! She yelled after me, those alligators pretend they are logs.
This gave me pause, and I slowed down my steps somewhat.
I walked past a garbage dumpster, a forest, and a gray hut.
Wondering if casual witch knew anything more than me.
Ouch! An alligator bit off my leg at the knee.
life on Planet Earth
constant change to death from birth
defining the worth
a one time event
an existence much like rent
was such time well spent?
who and what are we
no trivial pursuit be
despite pedigrees
following all rules
of cultures, creeds, states and schools
leaves us useful tools
decrees which confound
class contradictions abound
vague questions resound
deftly inserting
words bent upon subverting
soon turn diverting
safety long has been
in knowing what lies within
defining of sin
anger can erupt
when greed fuels the corrupt
regret won't disrupt
while shrinking life’s scope
truth soon became power’s trope
belief defeats hope
change has run its course
when disconnected from source
of life giving force
existence is free
lies within state of what be
forms reality
A swirl of color,
that spoon's stirring casual.
Tidal rotation,
moon drunk on a tie-dyed sky.
Easygoing, just flow slow.
Not knowing is scary,
It’s unnerving.
I wonder everyday where you are
And how you’re doing,
And if there’s a new me in your life.
But you said there’s no one like me.
Was that a lie?
It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve lied.
The scars on my limbs are the only reminder of you.
Such a sad thought.
That only way I remember you,
is through my pain.
The echoes of your voice,
the things you’ve said to me.
They seem to ring through my head,
like a bell rings in a church.
You never truly loved me,
you loved the memories we had.
The good times we had.
I hate myself for that.
I let you take advantage of me like that.
Something my mother would never accept.
Something my father would warn me about.
I don’t know.
Not knowing is scary.
But I know I’m right.
Thats what scares me.
Was it casual?
Our long night talks and endless flirtations.
Those talks about our futures-as if we had a clue
Things we knew that we had to do
Watching movies on a call, but wouldn't do it without you
Was it serious?
Was it serious to you?
We would talk about everything and nothing at all
My darling little boy
Cosplaying a man
Telling me to be honest about my feelings but it was just
a helpless match.
No one made me angry like you
The frustration of being the only one who seemed to give a
Turned out you had someone else on your mind.
Someone who I shared eyes and genes
I don't think you feel the same.
Tell me that I am wrong
Tell me that I am mistaken
Give me a reason to believe you
Give me a reason not to leave you.
Tell me that you listened to me
Tell me that you respected he who I held dear
Tell me that you wouldn't lie to me
Tell me that you wouldn’t leave me here
Tell me that I didn’t defend you for nothing
Tell me that my friends weren’t right
Tell me it wasn’t casual
Or I have to leave tonight.
..then you might say “and so,
What is the point to keep
Past winters melted snow
Inside your very deep?”
And I would say “I’m not
A warden of my mind
It was a casual thought -
I really hadn’t tried
To make some sense of it
You’re free to use it then
With wine some snow will fit
So take it if you can
Let it warm up your lungs
Drink this amazing mix
Your summer's on my tongue
My winter’s on your lips..
From close to distant, we drifted away,
A smile once warm feels foreign today.
Like strangers again, we awkwardly greet,
Casual glances where my heart used to beat.
It’s strange to think somebody so near,
Could vanish like clouds and simply disappear.
I know I’m to blame for the things that went wrong,
But what’s in the past can’t change with a song.
I’m sorry I struggled with communication,
I’m not like others, skilled in conversation.
I wish I were better at knowing what to say,
I could have pulled you close instead of pushing away.
In the end, I think it’s better this way,
We greet, we nod, then silently walk away.
Though time may pass, the memories still play,
It feels like ages, though it was just months away.
The old couple do everything together.
They walk side by side by the ridge
of the ocean.
They sit in the same table, every morning,
order ice cream, one ball for each:
vanilla for her, strawberry for him.
Neither enjoy chocolate
that much.
He is slower, licking the sliding
cream that pinks his fingers.
She gulps. The sound of waves stays for moment
and vanishes with a whip.
The ice cream drops in the table with a ploft.
She still swallows a generous portion with a giggle
and shut her eyes.
The summer sun shines brightly, Rooster invites the day light loudly, The boy removes the blanket finally.
His mother calls him angrily, He runs into the restroom swiftly , And wears the school uniform slowly.
The school bus comes casual,
He steps into the bus unwillingly , It has been done daily as usual.
casual raindrops
wrapping around my body
it's love kisses my lips
There’s no substitute for life.
I find myself,
seduced by yearnings.
I’m flourishing here,
contemplating sin.
I’ve nothing to do
when I’ve nothing but time.
I’m reusing solitudes -
they’ve become ragged.
What’s the answer then?
Should I seal my girly heart,
engage in uncaring kisses
like it’s ‘casual friday’ -
connive brief excitements
- just to feel a pulse?
Casual frog with a Heidi ho hay
Loving his rest, at the end of the day
Sliding down into a slink because it is May
When we walk by he can barely muster a “hey!”
He is so rested, relaxed, but in no way refined.
Nothing bothers casual frog, he never does mind.
We watch him, admiring type D, which is his kind.
Who has the power to lean back and enjoy the sun shine.
the little mice
that operate
traffic lights
recently went
on strike.
they said
it was the working
conditions,
but if we're
being honest,
I think it was
because last
year the city
banned
casual fridays.
have you ever
seen a mouse
try to put
a tie on? It's a
tough ask for
their little paws.
anyway, in their
absence, the city
emergency hired
frogs to code-switch
reds & greens.
it's great to see
little amphibians
march to work
in their ties,
but their clammy
little hands
are a traffic
terror.
rhythm of a voice
modulated pitch
in one breath length
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