You know that person
The one who is always “there” for you.
The one who is “there” by your side.
The person may look happy,
Maybe she is shy.
But she might have a disguise.
That person is always “there,”
Always with you.
But what is she feeling
Inside?
They say that she is kind.
Everybody likes her.
That is very nice.
She’s accepted.
They sometimes don’t even know that she’s “there.”
People run into her.
If I awoke
On different planet,
All alone
What would happen?
What would I feel?
Would the place be different
From the place I remember?
Or even that,
Will I remember
The place I once was?
What if I didn’t?
I would feel different,
But not know why.
I would be the only-
Well, me.
One of a kind,
I watch the leaves
Falling from the trees,
Which ends
A season;
Ends a time,
Good or bad;
But it ends.
I wonder,
As the leaves fall,
Have I done everything
I needed to do?
It doesn’t help
That the leaves keep falling
And the air turns freezing.
A day passed by,
One leaf or two
Remember the times
Where you were young,
And everything had some importance
Even the trivial things.
Imagine that rock
You placed in the river,
Around the time
When you went everywhere.
Remember how big
It was to you.
It was as big
As the large bouncy ball
You would wrap your arms
Around when caught.
You told everyone
That NO ONE could
I slowly make my
way, meandering down these
halls, to my own home.
Inside the mailbox
waits a key to another
holding a package.
Bursts of sudden light.
Inspired eyes gaze in awe.
Warm winds change the night.
Pain, a necessity.
Death, an inevitable.
Life, an enjoyment.
Rotten, a denial.
Justice, a high.
Kind, an order.
Seek, an adventure.
Reality, a cruelty.
Paradise, an impostor.
Nothing, a nowhere.
Hearts, a touched.
Love, a bug.
Stories an entertainment.
Mask, an everywhere.
Hatred, an endless.
Us, an injured.
How long is an instant?
A second? Five seconds?
I don't believe, not a bit,
In instance, instant,
How long, how much,
Itty bitty time,
Does it take for,
That one instant moment,
Where pain, angst,
Horror, realisation,
Sorrow, recollection,
Comes crushing together?
In that little time,
Of suffocation, struggle,
You say, it's instant,
No pain, no pain,
House is quiet,
Very, very still,
Dark and silent,
No sounds either,
Not a whisper,
Not a voice,
Not an utter,
Not a trickle,
Not a scatter,
Not a clatter,
Not a wind,
Nor a cat, is heard,
Only silence,
Never more,
Just a hush,
But not heard,
I sit and wonder
Wonder if love was forced
What if love was not real
I love music
May my life be devoted to music
For my music loves me back
I watch couples kiss and dance
A few weeks later
Watching them wanting to kill each other
Maybe love isn't something you should think about
Maybe, just maybe
It should be lost
Never to be touched or seen again
As i walk along the gators track
I see hundreds of worms crawling
Crawling along the rough gravely track
Even though the stadiums empty
I can hear students screaming at the top of their lungs
Standing behind the goal post
I can see football players running passing catching
As i stand under the lights facing the bleachers
I can see a wave of green black and white
The crowd goes wild
You can see a gator sprinting
Towards the end
He makes it
Every one storms the field filled with excitement and joy
Once everyone starts to go home you are finally able to see the bleachers
Filled with plastic bottles