I should be upstairs.
Where the bed is.
I’m up late.
Thinking about how far I’ve gone.
Up and down the stairs all day.
I shouldn’t be sleeping downstairs.
It’s dangerous, it’s a secret.
My parents are asleep and I am alone.
Downstairs, I am the only one.
You have guests downstairs.
In the half lit room, insinuation whispers in intimacy. I never took you there.
But, I am too, grown up portion sizes of loaves of breads, with another spread of jam.
And I console myself. Often there. It has a name.
Worldbuilding. Graduation. Diplomacy.
And for the first time,
It came to my mind.
Ozone had three O’s there, precisely.
I thought I knew it!
Elsewhere.
The snowflakes falling
A wind is blowing
It is a blizzard
Hard to walk or drive
Parking lots full of snow
Hard to park a car
Walking in deep snow
Stairs filled with snow
Difficult to walk up
Or down stairs
Steps need to be cleared
After the blizzard storm
watching semi-nightly from the banister above,
I'd catch the old man sitting,
rustling his newspapers and drinking cups of joe,
sipped on black and steaming hot,
with eyes of deer, determined and disinterested.
without as much a hint to a smile or a frown,
his long night shift seemed endless and without event.
reading mysteries and romances,
and crosswords were a breeze.
sometimes he would pace quickly,
in the lobby down below,
secret whisperings and mutters turned to stifled shouts.
then once he gave one last look to his nightly home,
it's yellow lamps and carpet,
intentionally uncomfortable chairs,
and the lone and creaky floorboard by his vintage desk.
forcing open the elevator door,
he stood beneath for hours,
until the sun had risen and a beautiful day had started.
my neighbors missed their breakfast,
for the lift seemed to have become stuck,
two feet below the bottom floor.
No matter how many times I’ve been running upstairs and downstairs
Still hear and see nobody around in the lonely air
He’ll not watching and going ups and downs with me
He’ll never bark and lick around me
He’s up above the doggie heaven waiting for me
It’s very hard and difficult to have him suddenly disappeared
It’s my first day so home alone without my sweetie near
Yes I still have my favorite apple in and out every day
But I cannot depend and lean on her that much in the near future
I know she loves and cares me a lot with her thousands hugs with pleasure
What to do and what to say
Wishing her many success, fortunate and happy daaaays
August 13 2012 @2:30 pm
She is on downstairs worrying about her man
He is on upstairs busy with other girls
To her he is the perfect lover
To him she is just the one among the many
Her world rolls around his thoughts
Her days are colorful like rainbows
Her world was such a tiny one
she never knew she lived in illusions
His world is big enough
To hold all the pretty girls
He never cried for losing one
When he lose one he gets two other new ones
She never tried to cheat her man
Even in her wild dreams she was a virgin
He is smart enough to convince everyone
He doesn't have any other girls
She is very innocent and faithful
She thinks his man is faithful too
Every minutes in his life is joyful
Every time he had someone with him
She prayed hard for his well being
She thanked God for giving him
He prayed everyday for more fresh girls
He thanked God for hearing his prayer
Her world is so small
It can hardly hold her and her man alone
She never saw the outside world
I wish she can see what's really happening...
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