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The facial expression I wear; it gives nothing away
says nothing to no one except the mirror only to scream 'HELP ME'
There's no doubt that I've been this way before
I only thought I closed the door
not pessimistic, just melancholy yet so optimistic
Things are complicated, so complicated
could it be that I am clueless
it's part of the million haunting reasons
but the world decided to give me its weighted issues
and let my shoulders do the rest
though it leaves my only two greatest friends and family in peril
yet when push comes to shove intangible I return
ready for a fight
and in my mind, I always ponder the same old entry
Will the world ever accept me for the real me
I feel as if it may once I erase my clueless title
then on the other hand, maybe I deserve it
I've constantly placed irresponsibly the ones I care for in danger
I'm the never ending punchline of a school housed joke
I'm at the bottom of the food chain
And the only one who deems me as somebody important
has a reserved spot in the ejecter chair
for my reckless rejection infatuation with someone
who loves the part of me I try to keep secret
I've always wanted to be someone other than this
I've always wanted something more than this
even though I've complained before, it was all fake
I have no complaints
just a few mistakes that I wish I could erase
How could I be the hero when I'm just the zero
how many times does my story have to repeat and fall back on me
I've tried playing hero before, just being my real self
but denying the part of me that makes me who I am
all my seasons before I leave sealed wit a miss
The last one ripping me apart
just leaving me a single kiss on the cheek
I was the blue rose she wanted
until I turn intangible and the rose withered away
but it gave way to my real feelings
don't remember when I noticed
could've been the day her eyes captivated me
at our first high school dance
my final season has ended, sealed with a memorable kiss
the whole world knows my identities
my name in both senses
I just changed my last name so someone
would notice something different
nobody has except for one
I love every minute I've spent with her
and under her clouds of black, I know I'm her warmth
I could say I don't love her but I'd be lying to everyone including myself
Reading from a man`s mind “facial expression “
‘My face my shuttered face’
His face tells more than a mouth could tell
‘My face tears running down my face’
It tells out more than you can read from his heart
‘My heart a bleeding heart’
For a man is a reserved creature where emotions are hidden
‘My emotions when love is involved’
For loving is caring and kind as is
“A gift from above a gift from God “
So are the feelings that present what it reads in heart
‘My heart that trust my heart fear disappointment’
The feeling of loving is the feeling of longing
‘I am longing for a soul mate a true friend’
For a man has lost a rib in the beginning for creation of a soul mate
‘Yes he lost one rib for a reason to create... The one and only’
And yes the feeling of loving is a feeling of reclaiming back thy creation to make a man complete.
Surviving the times of loneliness is like walking on a desert
‘A desert of no hope with high temperatures’
Yes a desert of no hope where a man can’t live for long without water
‘And yes brave men do’ to reclaim their belonging
He will survive thy temperatures “forever “he will love thy creation
“Neither” will he hurt nor lie to her
As he walks through the desert he think about her, he sees her face even though never met her, his face is wet as tears of joy running down his face
But he still continues even though there is no hope for water along the way
As tears and sweat run down his face and body he hopes to meet a true creature made out of his rib, few more steps going ahead he smiles he feels complete then he sings” “He wishes for love not tears of blood from a broken heart”
Tears of blood fall from a broken heart
A man never wish to separate from thy creation
for he wish to hold on "forever"
"never “do he wish to part ways with thy loved one
”Say you love me, look in the eye and make a promise”
“Please don’t leave me please don’t hurt me”
“Your tender touch, a soft kiss”
“things about you I enjoy most”
“as I often cry when I’m with you deep down I smile and tears of joy falling down my face “
The day I heard I had HIV
The letter from the health department read like this in so many words: “Your lifestyle has caught up with you and you have been a naughty girl. You have contracted something possibly, but we wanna make sure it?s positively HIV.”
Now, it didn't mention those 4 capital letters (AIDS), knowing that was the only test I took, didn?t make it better. So I called the number and made the appointment, now reflecting on all the days of my enjoyment, considering I am only 23, with plenty of life ahead of me, and yes I have BIG dreams.”
Two days from now comes the answer to “it”, do I or do I not have is the question, I reminisce on all the days I was promiscuous and WOW, I hadn?t realized how reckless I had been not listening to the words of the wise.
The day has come and in the office I begin to pray “Dear God, please forgive my sins I didn?t know what I was doing.” My heart begins the beat of fear; the butterflies have come out of their cocoons, floating in my belly as I enter the room.
The counselor comes in with her paper and pen, I try to see her facial expression, but there is none. “Well young lady your test came back positive, so according to the CDC that means you have HIV, but don?t give up hope you can still live your life, just not as carefree as you may wanna be.”
She broke everything down and gave me some literature to read. My next steps were to see a doctor for more testing and locate the one who infected me, a task I focus on fearfully.
I get out my old black books and cry as I sit on my bed, here I am 23, HIV positive and scared. WHY! I scream this is just a dream, but the pinch didn?t wake me, just bruised me. I?m dying because my ignorance has overcome me.
After 2 weeks of calls and threats on my head, the clinic calls I thought to check on my progress, only to find out my paperwork was mis-interpreted and my test was really negative. She called to apologize for the mistake, but I was already on my knees thanking God for his mercy and grace, and another chance; I realized then to become abstinent because having unprotected sex is a deadly game to play.
Wake up in the midnight,
Staring at the window outside
It slightly far above my sight
A little girl’s hands folded
Cries out in pain
I can read her facial expression through
closed windowpane,
All her veins stuck out in utter disgust,
Years of agony, memories of holocaust
Ridicules her every night.
Though she gets revived in every morning bright
I was helpless to make her relieved.
Series of events, emotions I perceived,
She tries to hear through her horror dreams.
Why is she a woman, everybody screams?
Deep inside her house
There’s a picture of her grandma's spouse.
Who received a message from ancestor,
Which could mean to be his family protector.
A story of birth and rebirth
Will keep their family tree, tie strong on earth.
When every boy is born
A haunted chapter which she eagers to torn.
Though she is unable to read every line
Is this the reason she paid this hefty fine?
Departed from friends and family.
Losing her self-control in distress gradually
I want to speak for her.
Raise my voice that this deaf society could hear!
Thanks to the almighty who gave me a reason to fight,
To prove again and again that no one is above his might.
Everyone is a child of Him,
They may be fatty or slim.
May be of any colour or creed,
We are just carrying His ethos in here to breed.
Very simple is tone,
Could be a square or a cone.
No girl no boy
Neither in heaven nor in earth there's any ploy
Live and let live,
Let's have free air to breath.
Thousand ideas to nurture,
Every human being is of his own nature.
Try to respect others and take care,
Eventually evolve your gesture and your manner
In common values you owe and thoughts you share
It will quench your thirst and your burning desire,
To erase this social stigma what thoughts that transpire.
To spread the word of love irrespective of gender
Always ready to face any critic with your words to counter.
That’s how a true social sphere can be built,
Where every issue that causes human suffering must be dealt.
Whit dat tight till - say
yes, aye wool thank ewe
mooch at least for today
hoof fully (this Joe kerr)
can easily bide his time weigh
beef hoar rammy cows come home.
Meantime India interim
lemme clover - reaching
far out on dam moost precarious limb,
bot do nut inspect me tub bark prim
and proper, nor procrastinate for tim
marrow, cause spontaneous whim
will lose heft, no matter how inane
poetic palaver could by then
elude ding me noggin to explain
nebulous jibber jabber hokey folderol
even confusing to a Great Dane
a dog (of course)
man's/woman's beast friend,
not hounding visa vis discovering
you improperly verb (bait him)
bone a fied with noun (sense)
barking up wrong tree
dangling modifier as gerund
faux paws and inquisitive,
nonetheless countenance do lend
sincere cachet gnome hatter compared
to average superficial *****sapien
said former doggone creature just thru
facial expression can mend
"broken" heart and soul,
which rhyming tangent did send
yours truly off scent, asper initial trend
actually truth be told, no paw tickle har
matter, I sought to sink teeth into,
but let babbling stream of consciousness wend,
where petty full extemporaneous tooting
oh my didgeridoo, which initially scares
the dickens out gills of hooting
blowfish until they recognize
this bloke juiced pooting
air thru a long wooden tube, be yule
then their piousness piqued to pisces,
gather together as if attending school
always mindful to follow
the goldenfish rule
i.e. aldi tom not erring,
floundering, and getting
tricked, royally suckered, and
hooked becoming gruel
resulting within tummy higher
up the feeding chain,
survival of dragnets cruel.
fission expedition for
salmon to hope fillet
enjoys almost done hook,
line and sinker - hooray,
sans to steal mental energy,
and precious time may
king another reason to be
persnickety and every ray
zen to be guarded, when
wading in cyber seas tay
king precautions, once
I return from Uruguay.
There's never a dull moment in yesterday's shadow when the memory shines brighter than the light in your eyes, lives longer than I imagined our relationship would, & fights ten times harder to survive when every fiber in my feeling wants it gone, because your gone. So why does it stay. Why do I dream of you in situations that are impossible given our circumstances. Why can i feel your presence with my back turned to you. Why do the hairs on the back of my neck stand up whenever you enter a room. But my heart beats still. Numbness is the worst form of pain. I lied, numbing is the worst form of pain. When something happens to you & you have prepared yourself for the pain to come, you talked yourself through the situation because you knew it was coming, you wait for your heart to stop drop & roll as if it was on fire even though it feels ice cold-but it doesn't. It beats on in an unchanging rhythm, that you can't feel unless you make yourself aware of it. The moment passes & life moves on. You feel nothing. But your mind still races, your thoughts double & then triple making up for the loss of excitement in your heart. Your facial expression is nonchalant. Your body doesn't quiver & neither does your voice when you speak. The first time that happens, that hurts. It's an unfelt hurt only spoken but the realness of that pain is undeniable you feel this ache in your mind. In your thoughts, but you're fine. And when you're lying in bed at 1 am thinking about how awful your current life is & why the one person you're on love with doesn't love you back & crying because all of the great perhaps' in the world remain unanswered, & you're thinking about how great it will be when you don't feel this way anymore, you never imagined that you'd miss the pain. No one ever says "yeah this hurts now but im glad it does because one day I'll miss the pain." No one says that, but it happens. You miss the pain. Because the one thing no one ever tells you about heartache, is that the nothing is the worst part.
Saturday flings
Sensorial pleasures;
Refreshing rain
~~~~~~~~~
A gift of somnolence
Moments on a breeze;
Drowsy airy feel
~~~~~~~~~
Beyond these silk curtains
An uncertain world;
Looking not seeing
~~~~~~~~~
Daughter's simple hair braids
Charming sight to see;
Wavy murmurings
~~~~~~~~~
Stroll by this old shop
Ancient owner smiles;
Dialect greeting nods
~~~~~~~~~
Faces in a crowd
Too many to remember;
Abrupt perfume swirls
~~~~~~~~~
Such sweet charming eyes
So mesmerising;
Lover styles smiles
~~~~~~~~~
Conscious awareness comes
To sleepy interlude;
Nightfall paints dark
~~~~~~~~~
Dragonflies chase morning
Across the muddy pond;
Lotus blossoms
~~~~~~~~~
Green frog floating
Twin eyes stare;
Set sight straight
~~~~~~~~~
Common fare for each
Feasting on simple;
Happy smiles at me
~~~~~~~~~
Stray wind drift
Soft chill on my skin;
Autumn exposure
~~~~~~~~~
Laughter now enroute
Wit plays with fun;
Happy faces here
~~~~~~~~~
Cosmetic surgery
A new facial expression;
Defer timely ageing
~~~~~~~~~
Electronic ink stains
Words emerge the same;
Rhyme clusters
~~~~~~~~~
Death comes too late
Life in weary strides;
Death before dying
~~~~~~~~~
Evil plots to live
The good die young;
For wrong reasons
~~~~~~~~~
This old tree speaks
Ancient language unknown;
Talks to the wind
~~~~~~~~~
I sit and wait for words
To fling and hurl and shout;
Poetry sums
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By that Chinatown street
An old scholar's garden;
Bamboo moongate
~~~~~~~~~
Chinese calligraphy
Cryptic beauty adorns;
Profound symbols
~~~~~~~~~
Fast food menu
For Me n U;
Upsize perhaps
~~~~~~~~~
She murmurs in deep sleep
My darling wife dreams;
Charm watches
~~~~~~~~~
Starry constellations
Quiet conversations;
Absent words preside
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
20 September 2014
Singapore
It’s weird…we are two peas in a pod…
I downloaded you like a Sims’ mod
Because you got me hooked on your looks…
You are as fascinating as a billion books…
You accept me, you don’t reject me…you are my constructive building blocks
I crawl on you like a weird-looking insect – I am curious of your peace and wraths
Or a mole on your skin, but I’d rather not see…your facial expression aftershocks
I dunno…we are independent, but I feel like…we cross paths…
My past girlfriend followed me on instagram…
And on Facebook…
And on Twitter…
And on other social media websites…
I barely got into social media when I was 30 years of age…
And I’m on many, many rampages…
Alzheimers, man, they have a way to trigger you
Into insanity…
Into a lane of vanity
To go up and down walls
Unknown to me at all
All y’all didn’t answer their calls
Don’t fall, don’t trip, stand tall
I was on snapchat when I was 47 years of age…
I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia and bipolar when I got hospitalized at age 13…
I am hard-working, but at the same time, there is nothing wrong with me…
I am pretty good for my age – I’m 97, going on 98…
I was a responsible adult, paying bills…nothing in the world is free
Nothing in this wretched world is free
Nothing in this crazy, physcho world is free
Nothing in this ever-whirling world is free
But, baby, always remember…
You were born in the month of December
Ooooh, now I didn’t lose my train of thot
Don’t I look hot? Oh wait, no hate, I lovin’ it…
I made progress and it’s exhilaratin’ and logically legit…
I may be materiasitic,
But at least I’m being realistic
I was born and raised rich
I ain’t no game glitch…
But, what goes around comes back around…
I am found, though my body, with gravity (which ain’t helping), has been bound…
Where’s my wheelchair?
Does anyone even care?
I am lying here in despair…
Help me, save me, everyone stares here
I am afraid; yet, I have no fear…
For God is here and there…
Some thought just "nonesense" words have been thrown here or there,
but his words my ears listened,
my eyes attracted,
my brain distracted.
My soul day by day relaxed.
I stood on the stage,
with my leggins which were ripped on the thights,
but my bright yellowish dress covered it well,
I wore it because it was the one I really liked.
I don't know but smiled at you,
and you smiled too.
I don't know and waved you,
you noticed and smiled.
Did your hand start to vibrate?
Did your brain sleep enough on bed, does it search the ai to get some facts asked?
I don't know,
and I am not sure.
Sometimes my Impulse responded,
but sometimes...
when we both spit evil here and there,
some might think a apology might make it clear.
I apologized,
and he accepted it by setting the chat free.
I don't know,
but I pushed my equipment aside when you meeded to sit next to me.
I don't know,
but since there were no chaieeerrrrssssss-
maybe there were some left,
but my mind played crazy and I accepted sitting next to you.
And I could normally open my sticker bag with out feeling ashamed just because you were there.
I don't know,
but I nodded and not responded.
I don't know,
but I didn't smileeeeee-
I don't like to smile.
I have a resting face anyways.
I don't know why,
but I don't hug my friends anymore,
I feel tightened.
When I throw with someone jokes here and there,
and I notice him somewhere,
I don't face him but show him the picture about a laugh with the other.
Some might say it was a happy group dynamic.
I was looking at the other one the whole time,
my smile stood still,
I noticed his movement of looking which was enough for me.
I didn't see his facial expression and just quickly put it away.
I don't know why,
I reminded myself that this might not be my piece of pie,
In the end.
But I wanted him looking,
I wanted him looking because-
..
..
I don't know.
The feelings of your fingers deep inside me.
This is the time when our intimacy you can see.
The penetration given by our connection.
Theres never a time our body shows rejection.
How your lips taste on mine
Its ecstasy like doing a line.
When your tongue is what I feel.
Our intimacy is a steal.
When that burst of ecstasy explodes.
It's my turn to reload.
I kiss you on those sweet sweet lips.
As my body begins the thrust of my hips.
I kiss down on your neck, and breath in your ear.
Your body is now ready to share.
Your areola I run between my fingers.
That feeling I feel it, it lingers
I kiss down your body to your hips.
As my fingers slip in between your lips.
Your body full of excitement.
This feeling is an amazing enlightenment.
My tongue licks hips to thighs.
I look up and look into your eyes.
I see the sensation looking back at me.
Just let your body relax and be free.
My tongue touches your sensitive clit.
Some would said these actions are unfit.
I flicker back and forth and feel your body.
Now, your beginning to get soggy.
Circular motions to sensitivity.
This isnt the end to our festivity.
The explosion to my face.
The intimacy I embrace.
The toys come in to play.
The excitement does stay.
Double sided, connection is close.
In our facial expression this we know.
Slow and deep, sensual and intimate.
Our bodies begin to dilate.
Your moaning becomes louder.
Your body I want to devour.
You want more and more.
So faster and deeper to the core.
Your nails down my back.
Holding me tighter and my ass you smack.
You explode and look deep in my eyes.
Sometimes you say it's so good you want to cry.
We hold eachother close and kiss our lips.
Sometimes still with a slow thrust in the hips.
At the end of our connection.
We hold eachother showing affection.
We fall asleep in one another's arms.
Knowing neither of us is in any harm.