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Michael Layao Poem
What do you think of me?
What words come to mind?
What feelings are stirred?
When my name passes by.
Who am I to you?
Who is it you see?
Do you see who I am,
When you look into me?
When you look in my eyes,
Can you trace my mind?
Can you see where I’ve been,
Where I’m going?
Would you go with me to that place?
That place that I made,
Made out of bricks, dreams, and clay
Would you want to stay?
Can you hear in my voice?
Can you read in my words?
The sounds and the meanings,
That only exist for you to know.
I don’t think you can.
And no matter how much I try,
I can’t show you ,
What you can’t see with your own eyes.
Would you trust me to guide you?
Take your hand and lead.
And show you that i want you,
That I really want you.
And if you don’t want to be led,
Id take a step back,
Walk by your side,
Or behind in your tracks.
It doesn’t matter the when,
The where or the how.
It could be in the future,
It could be in the now.
No matter how long it takes,
It would last that times forever.
And even if it doesn’t,
At least it was longer than never.
I’d take whatever I get,
Whatever exists.
Days, months, and years,
Or a single kiss.
A kiss that would make the world tremble.
Copyright © Michael Layao | Year Posted 2012
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Michael Layao Poem
That word
That word…
It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
A dullness in my hearing
A word that’s supposed to be endearing
But in reality it’s a demon in disguise
That word.. That terrible word
Take a day, count the seconds
Times it by forever
Thats how much I hate that word.
Don’t worry if you lose count
I did.
That word rattles the ground of my mind
Shakes loose any pebble of possibility
And laughs as it’s tossed in the air
And left to shatter on the ground
Words are just words right
Letters strung together
But those tiny letters that you underestimate
Can destroy, can devastate
That word can start wars
Real or unseen
Imagined or physically felt
Maybe it’s a joke
A cruel jest my ears play
A confederate to my eyes
Distorting what’s seen or heard
Silently inserting that word
To places it obviously shouldn’t be
Copyright © Michael Layao | Year Posted 2012
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Michael Layao Poem
The sky threatens rain
Almost mocking in tone
The pavement protests a little past silent
Every time my feet strike
Left right left right
I apologize to the street
For it isn’t me
It’s just gravity
If I could control it
I’d simply just float
The pavement would be at ease
The left right would cease
I can’t float nor can I fly
Banned from the mocking sky
It’s just me and the street
And the triumphant gravity
I’m walking in place
Though each step gets me further
I make no distance
No matter my pace
No matter my stride
No matter my speed
I leave behind trees
Pass houses and cars
My shoes soak up the miles
But I can’t move an inch.
What I’m walking away from
Isn’t that which can be escaped in time
So no matter how far I go
I’m at the starting line
I can walk and walk
Run and run
Until I forget what im running for
I just want to be a simile
But I’m a metaphor.
Copyright © Michael Layao | Year Posted 2012
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