I don't talk about you much now,
But that doesn't mean that I've lost the count.
It's exactly been 26 weeks since,
We broke contact.
I said, "People come and go in life",
But deep down I wish that you were unlike.
You're present everywhere around me,
Not physically but always in plea.
Silently you're killing me,
Piece by piece.
You're present everywhere around me,
In my notes app and memory.
In my best friend's messages too,
I feel sorry for what she has to go through.
I confessed to you because I was clueless,
That one text from me will make you ruthless.
The stab you gave me hurt so good,
I slid the knife deeper in my wood.
And the scariest part is yet unspoken,
I know I'll be ready to get my heartbroken.
If I could do what we had all over again,
I would consider myself lucky and not vain.
Stan was running low on gas,
And as usual driving too fast.
He blew by the station,
Clueless to the situation,
Now he's empty and stuck in the grass.
None of the guys
ever asked me out
they teased me
or just froze me out
I wasn’t stuck up
I was shy
I’d just come from China
that is why
I didn’t know the styles and trends
or even where I should begin
there wasn’t much that I could say
I never talked much anyway..
so I sat there
and read
I was an incredibly
epic fail
To all the guys
who called me names
that tagged my locker
and tried to shame me
I wasn’t snooty
I was shy
I’d just come from China
that’s the why
I didn’t know the styles and trends
that let a new girl fit in
I’d never even used the Internet
I was as lost-in sauce as a girl gets..
so I sat there
and read
Which eventually
got me into Yale.
.
.
Songs for this:
Conversation by X-Cetra
Simply Couldn't Care by Tracey Thorn
Human Behaviour by Björk
.
.
*A poem from 9th grade (2019)
** We’d moved back stateside from China so I could have a ‘normal’ high school.
*** I just added the last two lines
Herbert Butros Khaury
liked to play the ukelele
he always acted clueless
in falsetto gave us Tiptoe Through the Tulips
He walked the streets with charm, a handsome man so fair.
But unaware of his own beauty, lost in his own despair.
His heart yearned for love, a love he's never known.
Searching in every face, in every smile, in every tone.
The mirror showed a face, a face so undefined. A face that held the key, to the love he hoped to find.
But confidence was lacking, buried deep inside, And love remained elusive, a distant, fleeting tide.
The world passed him by, as he stood in quiet longing.
Wondering if love would find him, in a world so cold and daunting.
He knew not of the allure he possessed, the charm he held within, His heart cried out in silence, a silent plea for love to win.
So he walked on in sadness, in a world that seemed so gray, Hoping one day love would find him, and take his pain away.
He is a silly man without a clue
that musky roses in red give me flu
I told him once and then twice
all in vain…again thrice
now I'm sneezing…stuck in his fancy glue
Their clueless inane fangs of reed
Strive to bite what's made of steel;
Deriding the stronger sinew of virtue
They cling onto feeble foibles untrue.
To headache more reasonable head
Is the very principal aim they're bred...
These pithy bothersome numbskulls
Coined with dimmest grasp that lulls.
Clueless Boy
When I met her, I was a clueless boy
But she didn't wait for me to mature
She saw my innocence for weakness
And my lack of money , a curse
She never thought this boy will grow
She ran away with other lovers
Because in her eyes I was a clueless boy
She didn't mind what it did to my heart
I stood there, wondering if only she could see me.
Love became a mystery .
She was blind to my pain and deaf to my cries
I was a clueless boy to her
Until one day she found out, she had HIV and pregnant
She looked for that , clueless boy ,
And he was long gone.
Written by Tawona M Ranganawa
8/12/23
Clueless
Its they're typical life,
Judging a child's side,
Corrupting our minds,
Without knowing our real lives.
They keep you an eye,
Watching like you're a fly,
As you fake your smile,
Just to qualify.
They will act like, Its they're bodies, and not somebodies.
Making sure that you're a copy of an ideal body,
How can we be called a community,
If we were an exact copy of somebody.
I will never understand, Why they cant ever stand,
Us being not flawless,
They're acting so faultless,
While we are all clueless.
Millennial play ground stool
Cyber tooth tiger tech brain drain
the A I’s have us.
(Note: For some reason unknown to me special characters are not
allowed in the title box, although it say differently.)
You ain’t got no brains or sense
combined with inexperience,
all you are is somewhat dense
lacking all significance.
You don’t see the world around you
always stuck in your own head,
missing clear points in your view
to lies so bad you sound brain dead.
Taking credit that’s undeserved
away from those who do the work,
and when complaints of you are served
deflecting them reveals your worth.
Shameful acts and desperation
lacking any form of talent,
confused without an education
unaware of what you haven’t.
When somebody calls you special
you believe it to be a compliment,
with ignorance on another level
you’re both clueless and confident.
Luckily you’re just too thick
and too proud to improve,
never understand one bit,
the stupidity of you.
Meet vain, clueless Vaughn, introvert
he offers a drink, he's alert.
Bold Brenda comes on
with kisses for Vaughn;
wine spills on his brand-new white shirt.
He grabs for a towel in a sec
and sopping, finds arms ‘round his neck.
What’s next? more or less,
I’ll leave to your guess.
when spring air blows across Vaughn's deck.
February 16, 2022
host: Mohan Chutani
contest: Spring in Air
Omicron
He has arrived
to eat the ignorant
a few cells mutate
more intelligence
than the masses
who murder their neighbors
since when have truck drivers
become virologists?
Just a few days ago
Someone -
I didn't know him that well,
I sort of considered him to be an extension of my family,
like an uncle, or maybe an older cousin -
cryptically told me that there was a special day coming up next week.
I was clueless as to what he was talking about.
A party?
Someone getting engaged, or even married?
I had no idea what he was hinting at.
Your Birthday.
Oh, my word.
I completely forgot.
How old am I even turning?
Maybe, just maybe I can have the day off
so I don't have to stand up in front of 200 people
While they sing to me.
Yeah, fat chance of that ever happening.
Oh, well.
At least it's only once a year.
And I know of at least one person who is sending me a card.
It grieves me to know you're gone,
We didn't have enough time.
We can't have another dawn,
Your leaving feels like a crime.
I hate that fate took you away,
I'm glad I had you in my life.
I long for you each new day,
I was blessed to be your wife.
You left, my heart shattered,
There is no me without you,
In a split second, nothing mattered.
You were so genuine and true,
I feel abandoned and so lost.
You were my safe harbor, my home,
In the accident, you paid the cost.
I can't sleep; at night, I just roam,
Time hasn't healed my pain.
It's been almost twenty years,
Stuck at the scene, and I'm not sane
I'm all cried out; I have no more tears
I want to get out of this nightmare.
But I retreat, cause it binds me to you,
Forgetting you is something I couldn't bear.
When will I move on? I don't have a clue.
*A Fictional Write
Alexis Y.
05/29/2021
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