Sometimes we have all just got to sit back
Sit back and just listen…
Maybe watch how the seas glisten
Maybe you have no one or nothing to listen to
But there is something you can do
Here I will give you a sneak preview
…
Nothing?
There has gotta be something
Sometimes nothing IS something
When you JUST LISTEN…
I awake; 7:30 AM on a weekday
To my loud, obnoxious siren alarm
Quietly enter the classroom; just five minutes late today
Camera off, microphone dead; Back to sleep I go
Once awake again, a new tab is opened
I yawn, and scroll idly to Youtube
With Chrome muted, the teacher speaks only to the void
If only I had a mute button for reality
I draw, I doodle, I dissect my discord conversations
Read something unrelated to the topic at hand
Yet even after all this freedom I’ve been given
After all the liberties I’ve taken with the time spent at school
How is it that the attention my classes receive
Has not changed at all?
A year’s end, a year’s death,
Your funeral will not be attended by many,
Those of us who mourn, mourn for an year lost
A year wasted – ruined
But that is no reason to forget it from history –
Disease is no new threat to humanity
Existed for two millennia and a century
Acquainted so well with the threat of disease,
We’re practically best friend; yet we still haven’t got a clue
At how to treat it at parties
School’s a mess;
And we’re all so incredibly tired
Although 2021 could bring its own set of problems.
At least with this year, we’re done
Screaming out torture, clasping his arms,
Stabs in my chest, a sorrow so deep
Clutching his sweaty, cold, dying palms,
Don’t go, I beg you, I implore you, I weep.
My head’s going wild, trying to keep sane,
Tears in a torrent, pleading for life
Don’t leave me, keep breathing, again and again,
Hear me, it’s me, your faithful dear wife.
You’ll have a small child, who will grow, you will see,
You’ll watch her first steps, hear her first speech.
Your life is not over, I want you with me
So don’t go away, I beg and beseech.
You’re stronger than Death, you’ll beat him, I know.
Wake up, wake up, I’m screaming, I moan.
I need you, my husband, don’t leave me this woe,
I need you, I need you, don’t leave me alone.
A gift from God
Helping farmers to
Grow their needs like grain
That is the one and only rain
During the summers we see the dried water of ponds and lake
And rain comes as on pizza falling like chilli flakes
Because of our needs water is drain
Density of water is fulfilled by rain
The cool wind sighs through the tall lean trees,
Summer warmth is beginning to freeze.
Autumn birds they soar so high,
Till they’re nothing more than a speck in the sky.
The sky turns black as the dark smoke rises,
We go out hunting for delicious prizes.
Halloween is creeping near,
We all love this time of year.
Before we know its Christmas day,
When Santa’s elves come out to play.
The way her eyes sparkle and glow
as he steps into the room that was once full of sorrow
The shadows of safety intertwine
And lock their hearts to each other and throw away the key,
Happier together and lesser without,
A part of you goes missing when the other isn’t around ,
Love so deep that you hit the Earth’s centre
And you create a reality where you face it all,
Hand in hand…
I have stretch marks
It makes me insecure
They say they want to know you, they say they have all the time for you
I laugh and they think I am crazy. They don’t know the meaning of my laughter.
They don’t know that everything I say and do is a riddle.
If they want to “know” and “understand“ me, all they need is to solve it.
That is the key.
You would expect them to understand you by now, you would expect after all this time,
they are confident to talk about one aspect in your life with confidence
to the extent that it makes you teary.
You want to know me. Solve my riddle.
I want to tell them about me, I want to spill everything but I hold onto it for some reason.
It’s like my safe haven if you want me to share.
You need to solve the riddle
When the sky opens up its wonders
and sprinkles your eyes with light
think of how the world is feeling
on this ordinary night
Is she feeling sick with all the poison
floating in her sea
or coughing from the plumes of gas
which make it hard for her to breathe?
Are creatures tall and tiny
all thinking of what’s to come
and how to handle the heat
of a warmer and warmer sun?
But buried in a corner
of their varying sizes of mind
is a little gem of hope
they put in human kind
They know our lives are busy
but before you turn the page
think about old MotherEearth
who needs our care in her old age