Then she appeared, like morning’s glow,
Through pixel-light our truths would flow.
I swore that love was just a game,
She held my doubts without the shame.
A year we spoke in midnight streams,
Trading hope through fragile dreams.
I gathered courage, soft but true,
“To keep in touch—could that be you?”
Two weeks passed, the silence thin,
Then at 2 a.m., she pulled me in.
We waited years for love’s first spark,
It found me ill, yet warmed my heart.
Thanksgiving night, alone in bed,
Her words, the feast I had instead.
“You’re my girlfriend,” she slyly said,
I teased, “Since when? You’ve not asked yet.”
Her laugh came through like summer air,
“I’m asking now—if you dare.”
Two thousand sixteen marked the start,
Seven days to claim my heart.
Kisses whispered, shadows fled,
We spoke our love in what we said.
The world declared we were all wrong,
But side by side, we both grew strong.
Everyone slept after spilling their pain
into arms that held them without asking,
while I sat wide awake,
longing for someone who never came
to ask me how I was holding myself together.
If only someone had been mine,
maybe sleep would’ve held me too.
But every time I get close—
they remind me gently, cruelly,
that solitude stings less
than love that leaves mid-sentence.
I never pushed anyone away,
never closed the door.
It’s just that hearts grow full,
and when they do,
they walk out—
without looking back,
without checking
if I had more to say.
And still, I stay.
Still hoping the next one might stay too.
In English, we say:
"I can't stop thinking about you."
But in poetry, we say:
I know we just met,
but I couldn't sleep last night—
your voice played on repeat in the quiet corners of my mind.
This morning, I kept wondering...
how it feels when someone runs their fingers through your hair,
how your heart responds to a touch that speaks without words.
What do you grab to eat when you're rushing out the door?
How do you look with sleep in your eyes and your hair in beautiful disarray?
I know it's too soon,
but I don’t want to let you drift away.
I know we just met, but last night you kept me awake ----
Now my hands rest in my pockets and I stay still and don't bend.
You know I still can't see the end, well one thing I sticked on.
But still the only thing I wanted to go away.
You really did as If you ripped off everything of my body, nothing's there that would describe myself clearly.
During that time you ignored me too!
Why are you acting like it's my friend fault?
Laughing it off as if we couldn't see.
I am not sure,
if you live here or in the past,
Where are you going?
You are just watching yourself,
Yourself drowning.
Let us alone.
Please keep it longer by urself it will turn in Wind I promise.
Don't you think that such things like ballons in the sky stay there?
Are you ruining it like my dad too, telling me it will fall down anyway someday and be away quickly.
No one will ever see it ever again.
What are you.
Just why.
When I have the fun,
and can laugh even though of visible remarks,
why are you mentioning them and ruining my mood?
Just don't be there where I am.
Don't me anywhere I go.
The trees grows tomorrows leaves
it's yesterday and Spring was here
it waited for the Summers Eve
and Autumn's spread of gourd ease
and winter's rest on Christmas gifts
a world of wander opens the gate
and behold their living past are
now at last alive again into your
loving open arms and you are
mindless to stench of their
scent turned to zombies
and start eating your flesh.
Well, that's a new version
of your dear precious Terra
or is it Terror, well it's my turn
Frankly I don't give a dang!
Wooo--tossed your cookies have you!
I left my state to study afar.
A church college lured me to go west
where it’s so dry and no fireflies are.
But I was young and followed no star
that could lead me to what would be best.
I left with no really firm goal.
A psychology major I’d thought
to pursue. My apathetic soul
got off that bus. A different role
I took when a new bus I caught!
Off this new bus, I found myself flung
onto a path I had never thought of -
to ESL teaching I then swung.
Also I fell into marriage quite young
and always lived far from kinfolk I love.
What if I had never moved away?
Was my aimlessness part of my fate?
Would I be happier living today
where all through my youth I used to play?
One can’t know what one can’t recreate.
Home cooked meals daily
cleaned, dried, and pressed laundry hung
body heat from sheets
Grandpa tomato worm was once again sorry today
That he had switched to apples last Thursday.
Tomatoes were easy, you could chew them up fast.
Chewing up a hard apple is a strenuous task!
I wish I had stayed around to get my raise Grandpa worm said.
His old boss was holding a grudge; her face got all red.
You were the one who left, she said. Have a great life!
It got worse when he got home, for she was his wife.
I said assurance was better suited
Trying as we might
gaining an insight into my life
He told me he was Ismael
who served me a Mezze for breakfast
Friend I told you to stay
Watching the grey clouds loft by
alongside West Norwood
If only the love stayed
Love of devotion and grit
Why didn't the Love stay,
The Love I see best fit
You were here until you weren't
Pushed through with all your might
You stayed until you couldn't
Maybe you were right
I ask for a lot, but I give so little
I understand you leaving
Maybe I'm just too brittle
I wanted you here, in my arms and my head
I wish I could tell you, but some things are better left unsaid
If only the love stayed
We would be true and free
If only the love stayed
The unlawful love of you and me
A continued cycle of torture and abuse:
If I stayed, I would probably be dead, so
I had no choice but to run as far away as I
could.
Living with you was hell on earth; as soon as
you knew I loved you; everything changed.
I didn’t know at the time that you were
grooming me.
You made it, so I was totally dependent on
you.
I was ostracized by my family and friends.
I was in your prison, I was your prisoner and
you my warden.
You were a warden of abuse, you didn’t loved
me.
All you wanted to do was control every part
of me.
I was a piece of meat that you pounced on
as you saw fit.
You insulted me with vicious words and with
your filthy hands continuously.
I don’t know how I found the strength to leave
because you were all I had.
I thought about going back to you all the time.
And you, know what the sad part is? I still think
about going back to you and it’s been over ten
years………........
For you, not for me.
The words I said to myself years ago.
While looking at what seemed like a reflection of myself.
With clenched fist knowing I didn’t ask for any of it.
Running away became a default feeling.
For a long time, I thought of it.
Then the opportunity came.
It was my birthday.
I didn’t have to stay anymore.
I chose to run that day.
Had I stayed,
I would have been continuously robbed of my happiness.
Fleeing from the unpleasantness was the only option for me.
Seeking to walk on a path that seemed tranquil and safe,
But unproductive to everyone around me.
I chose to run,
To find the road to stability.
To rid myself of the enforced pedestal.
To not lose the ‘sense of me’ that was left.
I chose to run.
With the words ‘for you not me’ echoing in my mind.
Had I stayed, I wouldn’t have given myself a chance.
Joanne’s first husband treated her like a queen.
He was handy with a toolbox, and built her a fabulous salon.
I was in high school when she asked for a Cinderella stairway.
So the girls who were trying on gowns could walk down the stairs.
Making a Cinderella entrance, showing off for the old ladies.
The gowns she sold reeked of sequins, feathers, lace, pearls.
I remember how excited she was when he finished the stairway.
All of the seventeen and eighteen year old girls in town ran to see it.
We had to try on dresses and walk down those stairs many Saturdays.
Joanne was lured away from her husband by a snake of a guy.
None of us knew what he had but he whisked her off.
She divorced the carpenter, and married the narcissist.
He tried to keep her to himself, but couldn’t.
She finally disappeared; never to be seen again.
We all figured it was his way of keeping her to himself.
Her son was fifteen at the time, and was locked out of the house.
“I never liked that kid!” the narcissist was heard to say.
We all wished she had stayed with the carpenter.
Too hot to play ball
So humid, can't move at all
Stayed inside all day, stayed cool
A cold shower ~ my swimming pool
You do not understand her mother often said
Her father understood her but he was not home much
Her mother called her names; not nice ones.
She shrunk a little every time her mother spoke.
Expecting to be put down, cringing when she saw her mother.
She stayed in her room
Decorated in snowflakes,
There was a reverence about it
It was a sanctuary where she felt safe
She stayed here more and more often
Learning that her own company was the best
Her mother spouted religion at her in an angry way
Tried to drag her to church, where she was a bigshot.
The girl ignored her mother’s efforts,
Waited for her father to return home
But he never did
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