OBSCURING THE UNDERLYING FOCUS-
pleasing
inner
senses
stimulate
the
allegorical
previously
overlooked
with
alluded
wordy
motifs
in
nonsensical
imbroglio
of
notions
expressed
in
yearning
devouring
deliverance
of
messaged
parodies
The first encounter, a jittery state,
I was a whirlwind of nerves for a pivotal date.
He messaged and reached out, a gentle touch,
making me feel like I mattered so much.
In the heat of his day, I was Number One,
the spark of a romance had finally begun.
We sat for a meal, the mood was just right,
with pasta Carbonara—my purest delight.
But then came the horror, a tragic display:
he tackled his pizza the "gentleman" way.
With a fork and a knife, he sliced every piece,
I prayed for the soul of that pizza to cease.
Despite the sad cutlery, humour was there,
a funny, sweet energy filled up the air.
When he leaned in to kiss me, the world fell away,
a "treasured and seen" kind of magic, I’d say.
I felt truly valued, a feeling so rare,
like every soft word was a gift or a prayer.
The night reached its end near the parking lot light,
and his chivalry seemed to have taken a flight.
He stood by the door with a wave and a grin,
while I looked at my car and the darkness within.
"You’re walking me there!" I asserted with pride,
and he marched to my door, right there by my side.
We started talking like it was no big deal,
Laughing at jokes, trading what we feel.
He asked how my day went, I asked the same,
Maybe this could be more than a game.
He smiled at the things I’d say,
We messaged back and forth all day.
So I showed him my world, unique and loud
The things I love and what I’m into.
But then his replies started coming slow,
Short and cold, like he didn’t know
How to handle the real me inside,
So he pulled back, stopped the ride.
He didn’t say we’re through,
Just left like none of it was true.
I sat there wondering if I was too much,
For simply being who I was.
I’m done erasing what I love
Just to be liked at all
If being real means he walks away,
Then he was never meant to stay.
I’m not a mask you wear for fun,
Then ditch the moment you’re done.
I’m worth someone who wants all of me,
Not just the parts they’re willing to see.
So if it starts again with a simple “hi,”
I’ll be myself and won’t ask why.
If he stays, then good that’s my cue,
If not, I’ll be just fine without you.
Could’ve answered your message immediately
But it came after our goodnights
Sure I lack intuition profoundly
Within seconds I should’ve replied
The next day morning I did
It was the long letter, as usual
I had no idea you couldn’t read
Being on life support in the hospital
Then your granddaughter messaged me
Couldn’t believe the news I read
But I had to face the catastrophe
And since then it’s another thread
The living has been reduced to
The inertial track of biology
But in memories I live with you
Maybe this corresponds with astrology
Now I question myself and reply
Reading messages fast, as if
You see it, love, with your eyes
That is how we secretly live.
I woke up 6, no one messaged me
No expectations from friends sets me free
No keeping up on social media
No chance of catching clyamidia
No one to meet out
No need to talk and shout
I don’t need to be seen
I like my quiet routine
I don’t need to be heard
Quiet time is what’s preferred
I don’t need people to let me down
I’m fine even when I frown
I don’t need people talking behind my back
I’d rather have a quiet life and take no flack
I don’t need to feel needed or wanted
Bonded or regarded
I’ll stare at these four walls again
Go out every now and then
My home is my safe space
Where I don’t need decorum or grace
I live a quiet life with those who matter
I’m happy watching the outside world scatter
Once trust is eroded it can’t be replaced
That led me to being misplaced
I keep the cards close to my chest
Carefully choose those in invest
The list is not long
I know where my belongs
At home where I am a bore
Easy to ignore
Always feather the curfew
Of bitten lip
Homework Assignments illustration book report
For Rupi
Reading, Writing, hearing, learning
Atticus poetry pending
Messaged
Holding up traffic
is a terrible pileup
on the interstate -
the opposite side also
is slowed by rubberneckers
Many are injured
while six have been declared dead
as folks wonder why -
cops investigate the scene
while sirens are heard wailing
flung far from her car
lies a woman and cell phone
which has solved the case -
messaged at time of the crash:
“I am dying to get home”
On 2025.04.04, in "Music and relationship".
I wrote
"The thing was, I supposed to find a song,
Not to be given from someone.
This was the first time,
It was strange and I wonder if it would happen again."
Well, it has not happened again,
And properly it would never be.
I had been playing Brahm lullaby
Ever since, but without singing it along,
And without JC heard the lyrics of the song.
Four months and four days later, 2025.08.08,
As requested, I was playing a song,
And as I played on, I felt the lyrics,
Suited for me to describe our relationship,
As I always do in the past to others,
I messaged JC about this,
Knowing him never received or read it.
"Hello, was it me you looking for?
I could see it in your eyes,
I could see it in your smiles.
You were all I ever wanted to help me,
To write my poems and sing my songs,
To travel around Victoria country towns,
Then Sydney icons' places,
And finally Australia and may be Overseas...
I know you never read this message.
Nevertheless, I write to confide
As I still remember you."
"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."
The sky is as blue as the day we said goodbye
My heart is as heavy as it was when we said our last I love you
My taste buds taste something as sweet as our last kiss
My nose twitches as it smells something as strong as your perfume
My hands are as warm as the last time I held you
My eyes are as emotionless as the last time we texted
My body is as hollow as the time I realized our chapter was over
My memory as chaotic as the time we first met
But it's not as if I miss you
I miss the warmth I once I had for you
I miss the smile that had once been reserved for you
I miss the way my face lit up when you messaged me
I miss the feeling of being alive
I'm not calling you a mistake
I'm just saying...
I miss the man I was
The one who felt whole for a few seconds
The one who was starting to put his heart on his sleeve
But...
I don't hate you
I wanted to thank you
For showing me that there's more to me than sadness and guilt.
Revival
We humans wept for the revival
Nothing nor time can be at arrival
Yet, the redshift of revival was horrendous
It often creeps the dream of wondrous
Sadly, shirked the throbbing drums
Yes! The soreness after the bubblegum
Thumps that messaged the wounds
Click away the silly sticky bounds
We, humans, sobbed for the curves
And constantly impairs the scattered nerves
Universe testified the forbearance
By passing phases of physical sufferance
We, humans, unable to speculate the fade
They rolled the unexpected blades
Blades that cut and curse the embrace
And we kept shouting with space to trace
Time, clicks away the antidote for pure
And eventually vanishes the miles of endure
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable
Newness wakes after a decade
Decade of dullness and bone headedness
Create the covering cure and activeness
Yet, unwrap the belief, yet unwrap the belief
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable.
Early October.
I accidentally came across your message,
I dare not open it, after it caught my eye "Police contacted. You..."
What did he try to prove?
End of September, a note was hand delivered direct to your letter box.
I did that to have a closure and
To show you for the first and last time,
I could also be in control of the situation.
I loved you so much, I did not exercise it in the past.
I let you enjoyed it, then you abused it.
I thoroughly checked with the Police,
My message was loud and clear,
To accept what you have requested.
Police assured me, it was fine to deliver,
Because it had no threat nor harassment either.
You only messaged to intimidate me further,
As you always did with the use of your language.
It was not long ago, I crafted on the apple's skins,
"We loved you, we loathe you, and we will forget you".
What have you done to my dear friend?
What did you do to Reach and Sent?
Please go away, leave me and my memories alone.
You have done enough to our relationship,
There was plenty of bitter and sweet.
Goodbye, good luck and good grief.
16.8.2024,
For the first time, my heart sank
When my bus went pass his 2nd home.
In the past, it was either,
I got off the bus to meet him or
Messaged him about my movement.
Now, everything was in silence.
I really don't know what has happened.
Why did he become so indifference?
Did I say or do anything, triggered all these unfriendly treatments.
BB, I can't put up with this any more.
It was hard enough not seeing you face to face.
It hurt more for being ignored,
When we shared the same place,
Please let me know what I should do,
And help me to let you go.
This year, you walked into my life,
Brought me music and sunshine,
Triggered my brain's artistic side.
I loved all those time we were together,
Messaged one another via Conversation Apps,
Carried out the "Put lipstick on the pig" projects.
Repaired the rear boundary fence,
Assembled the coffee table,
Went shopping and preparing food,
Shared simple healthy meals of veggies and fruits
Listened to music and watched videos.
It was my pleasure to share with you,
My daily music adventures stories,
Traveled from MCC, MC to MUni,
The heavy weight on my shoulders,
Carried those fruits of your favor,
Delivery to you at the front door,
Patiently waited till your second home closed,
How happy I was to see you,
The moment you washed and munched those fruits.
Now, all that lives only in my memories.
T'was eighty two wonderful years,
Before you departed to leave me in tears,
My loneliness hearkens to the fears left by the hearse,
Even the harmattan couldn't dry my streams of tears,
Because I know now you are no more near.
You left through the corridors of November,
Twenty eight is a number I will forever remember,
It can't even be withered by any winter,
As long as the sun shines and the stars twinkle,
I will remember you even after my cheeks wrinkle.
I came out first under your big umbrella,
You rhymed my name and I became a Cinderella,
You left me on a path illuminated in high candela,
You decorated my life with beautiful chandeliers,
You poured wisdom full into my many tumblers.
Before God made all the angels your trumpeters.
Now with God your soul now forever stays,
Your demise messaged more things than you could say,
To your honour I shall live my days,
May God almighty continue to guide my ways,
Rest on dad, till we shall meet at the heavenly quays.
I wanted to say sorry and make you stay
But you never gave me a chance
You left before I could have any say
You never called, you never messaged
I waited the night , I waited the day
Over and over, I played the memories
I tried to figure what I did wrong that you cast me away
You just left while I stayed in your love and hate
All I ever wanted was our connection to grow in play
I am relearning how to live life without you
But all I think is about you, wish I could just turn this time away
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