The sun stays out longer than usual
My shoes dusty from the road
My ice cream melting quickly in my hand
Music plays softly through my earbuds
The air slightly smells warm after the downpour
Kids laughing all up and down the street
The pool water shines all shades of blue
My friends out and about after sunset
We talk about random, interesting things
Sometimes summer feels endless
Every year it feels too short
I miss my friends more at night
Fireflies glow in the darkness
The sky, pink before dark
I watch the clouds coast by slowly
The ice in my drink melts before I finish
Late nights have my mind racing
Old memories come easier than other times
I smile more during June days
Everything feels lighter for some reason
Even sad thoughts feel softer
The night air feels calm and peaceful
Summer always leaves too soon
I was warned of this time
Inevitable, they say
I wasn’t really blind
But shooed those thoughts away
Others loved to poke
And taunt, the end was nearing
I would nod, as they spoke
Knowing, while not hearing
You’re girl’s almost a teen
You’re far from her best pal
Though the fortunes did sting
I just upped my game and style
Perhaps I felt exempt
From the shunning other’s knew
Adolescence may not tempt
Our bond was far too true
But now I sit alone
While she’s locked in her room
Her least favorite person
It happened all too soon
Elderly man in a hospital bed,
terminal ticket to wherever.
Doctor enters cubicle
looks at chart, vital signs,
sighs.
Dying man opens his eyes,
points a weak hand, finger extended
to whatever. Speaks:
"Google me"
Patient falls back onto pillow
death already rattling.
Last words are weak, but clear.
"Oh, I forgot, Google sucks."
It's a puzzle,
one put down to deathbed dementia.
The year is 1990,
seven years before the launch
of a monstrous mind manipulator.
When I lost my lady
Heaven gained an angel
For the time she was here with me
Dear God I wanna thank you
No matter how short lived it was
The impact as of yet
Of being touched by an angel
Is truly one you don’t forget
And my only regret
Is not choosing you at times
For frivolous relationships
That didn't stand the test of time
Nor do they cross my mind
The way that you still do
16 years you been gone
Not a day spent not missing you
He took his leave ~ his final bow
an emptiness ensued
His music lingered in the air
its warm cachet intensified the mood
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She stood there, eyes on the moon,
Whispers of 'where do I begin?'
It had already ended — a silent doom,
She searched for warmth in the sea's despair,
But only the silence grew immune.
Waiting for waves to even care,
But darkness had come too soon.
"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon"
The song is sacred her heart broken black and doomed
You see the sun set upon her head making mockery
For her newborn was stillborn oh the hypocrisy
Her song was supposed to reach God and bless hearts
Instead it was one of agony and silver suffering sobs
The light of the crescent moon came through the room
As if death is beautiful weaving tears in a loon
As if her baby is an angel too soon
Crisp air flowing in
blushed cheeks
all white skies
chasing each other with snow
the pureness of winter
slowly turns into spring all that fades away
I’m dead, but did I ever live?
Nobody gives a damn
I had to take, I had to give
Not knowing who I am
So that was it, and what to say
Let me convey to you
You see life in a broader way
And in a longer view
So speak for me, what its about
What difference it makes
From living of a garden sprout
Since moment it awakes
To get a share of sun and moon
And rains and deadly snow
What its about, ends too soon
I didn’t have time to know.
If everything weren't roses
gliding on a lonely lagoon
and eyes stared at skies ever blue:
you wouldn't show your enthusiasm too soon;
if nobody played strange games
to hurt the other, you wouldn't hang on a clue!
Let the waves carry you to the ocean,
turn back if only you heed some danger;
I've saved from storms, got no appreciation,
not even a hug for my sacrifice in high water!
No, you wouldn't show your enthusiasm too soon,
it'll make all the sand castles fall on white dunes;
nothing can be saved, they are fragile balloons
that drift past bright clouds on a high noon!
Why rush into something, run fast and fall?
Wait for a sign that, make sure it won't harm;
I've taken chances, broke rules and lost all:
even passion is fading, so is your charm!
No, you wouldn't show your enthusiasm too soon
and not wait for my answer should I disagree;
slow down a bit, consider feelings to a degree:
to make mistake is a normal thing for a buffoon!
What we wish for is clear skies and stillness,
our glances follow the flight of a thousand eagles;
they go far to disappear into the vast universe:
will we follow them or chase something else?
My wife complained our sex wasn't hot
So I said I'd give it all I got
And once I got ready
I went nice and steady
Uh oh...another three minute shot
Classes started up again today. Soon, we’ll be gloriously stressed, and clocked-up on whatever. Our hearts will swell to the pre-med symphony - a frantic opus, composed in the key of no sleep.
In seminars for rising pre-med seniors, (What's needed to get that med-school slot!), it’s obvious that 60% of the students who started out with us, on this track, are gone - left for other majors. “I wasn’t happy, it was too much,” they said.
I feel a pang when I hear that undergrads we’ve shared a trench with have switched their major to basket weaving (‘political science’), TikTok (computer science) or Phys-Ed.
I envy those defectors, I pity those defectors, I envy.. Wait, aren’t deserters supposed to be, well, you know.
Meanwhile, the rest of us, the stubborn few, cling to the dream. It’s a waking dream, for caffeinated zombies, obsessive-compulsive workaholics and maladjusted wonks who neglect personal needs, relationships and in some cases personal hygiene (not me, of course) in favor of a goal.
Maybe there’s something wrong with us?
March should start tomorrow
But it’s leap year, so it won’t.
For anyone who wants to flip
The calendar, please don’t.
To women who are pregnant,
If your labor starts tonight,
You have ‘til midnight to give birth
Or face your child’s plight…
Since a birthday you can’t celebrate
Each year must be the worst,
Though I’m sure some celebrations
Could be switched to March the first.
I see the night crawl in. Covering all the colour with dark. I hear the wind whistle its hymns and see trees dance to the eolian tunes and distant dog barks.
The fading light sees the end to so many fading lives. The tears out there being cried to pain now known and suffered long throughout this night.
I close my eyes to the dark sky. I listen intently to the winds. I hear the creak of metals in sway and loose lids banging on garbage bins. I hear the power of the breeze skimming over the fields. The rush of water in rivers deep and it’s just such a privilege to hear and feel these things.
Then I open up my eyes to see stars and a cold arc of white moon. I realise that this life is so precious, each breath, each thought, memory and love - because they’re all gone way too soon.
A flower at the budding stage which
Will never now reach full bloom,
This flower’s potential left unfurled,
A flower cut much too soon.
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