R-emembered
O-ld
C-ollections
E-ndure
L-ong
Y-ears,
N-eeding
N-o
A-lternate
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I-nner
V-isions
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D-ays
A-lready
D-eparted
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Rocelyn D. Natividad)
In my dreams
I am small
Flowers budding
Behind deaf ears
When I leave you
Inevitable in its longing
I wish to be
A grain of sand
In your hurricane
A leaf in your jungle
Hiding ripe fruit
Red as my tongue
Beneath low fronds.
There is nothing left here, only time persists
You and I don’t belong there,
we were not there to witness
I wish I would let you be free
I wish you a sound sleep for tomorrow
And I kiss you, goodbye
Where you will pick up your bundle of peace.
There is nothing left here, only time persists
We are nomads here, traveler for an hour
And we tie with our smell and taste
Our joy, happiness, and also our lust.
I wish you farewell, my dreamy night!
And I have your silence within my soul
Where you will come home after many...many days.
It has been a century and a half since emancipation.
However, stubbornly persisting is racial discrimination.
Despite many anti-discrimination laws today,
people are still breaking and ignoring them anyway.
Racists from all over are continuing to disobey.
The situation is just too perplexing to me.
Why can't we ever learn to live in harmony?
inspired by another member's poem
And the pity’s infected their whispers.
And the advice arrives in the mail.
No return addresses;
No self-revelations.
There are so many smiles,
I could wallpaper the sky.
I could trade introspection for consolation.
The carolers stopped singing
outside my door
in favor of mingling with a couple
who’ve inferred my reality.
I’ve passed by and only nodded
to their whispers drowned out
by keys in the locks.
Precious paranoia persists
My mind is anxious
To die at this point in time
I have seven kills
While you own none
Yet my run from you is rampant
Though you’re up in your room
Uninterested