Without a word I slip out of bed
and a thousand conversations
run through my mind
as I walk barefoot across worn carpeting.
Two nights ago, I barely made it home
while driving through a deluge
and water on the roads.
I defied the warnings
and survived
as bolts of lightning laced the sky.
I was the storm.
I was the silence.
Now as the sun pokes through
a thin veil of clouds
the sense of nothingness I embrace.
I must admit a year ago I loved someone.
She said that she loved my humor
my new stories and poems
and there was so much to share.
Now she’s a memory lingering in my heart.
This is my life, I say when alone.
This is what I’ve made it
as I watch a shadow dance on the wall—
it can be anything.
My chest ached the other day
when I bore the weight of humanity
while working at a grocery store.
Customers and I talked and traded jokes
but as the day wore upon me
I longed to be in my time and place.
A housemate downstairs
shuffles through the kitchen
while I sit in my loft and play with words
longing to say what’s never been said.
Categories:
housemate, appreciation, good morning, how
Form: Narrative
Here comes another lady,
So simple and so nice.
She's beautiful and moody,
With two near-sighted eyes.
She used to be my housemate
Who washed the plates at lunch.
I told to her my secret
And made her envies bunch.
As time passed us together,
My shattered gem repaired.
My mind found a fair weather;
The song was again heard.
I had a heart that's beating
And now knew how to speak.
I could not wait for saying
My feeling at its peak.
Her answer, she said, is true
With trust and confidence.
I said to her, ''I want you
To be my lover hence.
''Go with me, and we shall fly
To the planets and stars.
The Earth keeps telling a lie
We shall not hear on Mars.''
Categories:
housemate, love,
Form: Rhyme