“Hard to Forget Your Curls”
It’s hard to forget your curls,
how they carried sunlight like secrets,
how each strand had its own rhythm,
dancing free, yet always finding its way to me.
You were a storm and a calm,
the echo I still listen for when the night grows quiet.
We didn’t fall apart because love faded,
it was distance, old wounds,
and silence that spoke too loud.
Still, when I close my eyes,
I feel your warmth move through me,
like a song that never ends,
a prayer I keep whispering to the stars.
I’ve tried to let go,
but love isn’t something you turn off,
it lingers… it transforms… it teaches.
And maybe this is what love really is,
the space between holding on and letting go,
where forgiveness blooms in the dark.
Your curls, your voice, your light,
they visit me in dreams,
reminding me that some souls
aren’t meant to be forgotten,
only remembered with peace.
If the universe ever brings us back
to the same still moment,
I’ll meet you there,
with gentler hands,
and a heart that finally understands.
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Maybe your February smells the same as my October
Or maybe something tastes the same
Perhaps the beat of our song sounds the same
As your laugh
And the bass tempo is different
And the drum beat is slightly off
I don’t know if I can tell the difference
Between a good change
And a bad change
Maybe you just make me want to experience both
And my jaw hurts
While you become the roman road
To my Egyptian pyramid
And the smell of rain on hot pavement
Sends my senses into overdrive
It lingers
While my memories of February slowly fade
Like steam on the bathroom mirror
While I spit blood into the sink
They dissipate
Maybe I will never be happy again
Fall will never smell like it used to
The swing set will stay squeaky and rusty, and I will always be too tall
My feet will graze the mulch, and I kick my toes under it
As I have my fortune read
By the only other 4th grader on this side of the soccer field
I won’t marry a man named James
I won’t have three children and an orange cat
I will always be afraid of wasps
And feelings
And whispering
I will always be the kid who won’t swim in the ocean
Or read in front of the class
I will always look across the water to the happier kids
And long to be there as well
And think
“Maybe there will come a day where I will be with them”
Or perhaps I will stay on the shore
Still building my sandcastles
And trying not to think about happiness
And the stars fall and I never met him
And I think that’s what I’m really scared of.
Winter Roses
Bite of bitter blues
Winter’s wanton gloomy ghost
Haunts the Halls of Hope
This chill kills, no frills
This frozen frost, crispy feet
Wish I was inside
Wish you were beside
Christmas lights to smile and see
Memories don't fade
Green is painted white
Blooms hide, bulbs stir, life moves on
All except your rose
Each year at this time
She appears here to remind
Beauty still surrounds
Wild, you warm my heart
Colour of snow yet glowing
Love lingers on leaves
How I miss you, Rose
Your smile that nature adopts
Still the flower grows
Another winter
Another year of absence
Rest peacefully child
Our Shared Heart
We grew up in the same kind of world,
With stories that matched like old friends.
Our families wove us together close,
Roots running deep where no one else goes.
The little things we both knew by heart,
Those quiet days, those simple ways,
They pulled me in, soft and strong,
Like coming home where I belong.
I had so much love for you, it grew,
From all we shared, from me to you.
It wrapped around us, warm and true,
And I fell deep, just as I knew.
This bond we have, it's quiet power,
Built on the past, blooming like a flower.
No need for words to say it all,
In you, I found my truest call.
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Emptiness is a feeling
I just can’t adjust to
Since you left
My life is so hollow without you.
I wonder why I wake now
Without you by my side
I am so saddened and low
I just want to runaway and hide.
You, and only you knew me inside out,
I hope you know you taught me what life is all about.
More than anything now I just need you to be here
I just want to stroke your fur and stop living in fear.
Charlie, my soul cat
The heart of our home
We miss you, oh so much
I feel constantly alone….
Almost a year and tears fall every
day
Will the pain ease or here to stay?
I've never felt such emptiness
Closing my eyes is my only
happiness
Why did you leave....
You had special glue that held
us together
I feel you in music playing
I feel you with seasons changing
I am grateful for having the best
loving Mom
See you in my dreams and life's
treasures
Let’s keep a low profile my friend
It’s time to hide away
To live unnoticed till the end
Must be a special play
I am a Harlequin, and you?
Who are you, I forgot..
Say something, if you want me to
Get back into the plot
But if you want to be alone
I’ll take another way
And you can hang around as long
As you would like to stay..
The night is coming so I’ll go
I live not far from here
Who are you, I shall never know
And you won’t tell, my dear..
Bingo, my most loyal pup,
she popped up whenever my mood was down,
to mop up the grief in my silence
with a gulp of my tears seasoned with brine.
Wherever my feet led, she trotted,
night and day, she trailed my shadow.
Her lids never closed till she heard my snore
and up in a flash at my first morning yawn.
One day she followed me to school—
we both planned it without my Mum's consent,
I walked ahead, she darted in front and back of me—
and everywhere around me with joy.
First time crossing the expressway,
she roamed the yard till the watchman chased her out,
we waved goodbye—her final one—
before a car crushed her on the way back home.
There you were always racing against time,
a willing mother, a conscientious worker, a wife sublime.
There you were with your wondrous wrinkles, your drooping eyelids and your starched crisp cuffs to waitress pinafore uniform you ironed so much.
There you were at the filthy hospital kitchen sink sloshing the dollops of patients’ left-over dinner bits and your magnificent pride with its iron core, smiling through all that .
There you were standing at the bus stop early purple morning or late black night the back stocking line straight and right and shoes polished waxy and bright.
There you were seemingly solid and confident, but really wobbly and light, smoking too many fags through too many disappointed nights.
I touched your cheeks when I caught you crying alone
The tears ran down leaving marks like dried milk
I touched your cheeks one soft like satin and the other like silk.
squirrels stare at me
remembering cold seasons~
please fill the feeder
(Ode to innocent and Charming Youth)
They dance beyond the neon glare,
With headphones on and braided hair.
They quote their queen in every song-
Ah,these Swifties can do no wrong!
They turn heartbreak into melody,
And pain into pure poetry.
Where the cynics live,they still belong,
The faithful ones who sing along.
They trade their fears for lyric lines,
In glitter,truth,and valentines.
They dream of worlds where love is strong-
Yes, these Swifties can do no wrong
When elders frown and pundits sigh,
They lift their banners to the sky:
'' Its cool to feel,to care,to long-
To cry,forgive,and still stay strong''.
And if tomorrow turn to storm,
They'll write again,they'll still perform.
Hope is their stage,their lifelong song-
Bless the Swifties-they can do no wrong
Shadow 10/18/25
The golden leaves of her,
amber with fiery, spirited show.
Beautiful preserved resin,
adoring him.
Hidden passion,
The dance, poise, deft
under shadows dim.
Canopied beneath times lair
to rest for lengthy fallow.
Fractured, curled hope takes flight
Chanting whispers assistance
Spinning beside cold airs plight
Sunshade kisses eyes first glance
Canopied beneath times lair
to rest under heavy harrow.
Her golden leaves for gray, umbra
mewling a spirited show.
Beautifully graced and grafted
facing him.
Falling passion
chances, serenity, sable
under shadows dim.
K
The desert blooms where your tears have quietly fallen
Each grain of sand a story that's unspoken
Your laughter lingers in the jasmine-scented breeze,
A perfume of memories,delicate,broken
Time drifts slowly,yet the past remains
In the shadows of evening,in hearts that are woken.
The candle gutters,yet it's warmth stays alive,
Illuminating the pain that is softly tokened.
In every fleeting hour,your spirit is near,
Pheko,Youngest Son Of Lizzy
I used to know you
Why are you such a stranger?
What happened, my friend?
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