#13, Who?
Wishing I could join and watch too.
Stupid cable.
Who, who, who?
Hero? Anti hero?
All the same when your 2000 years old.
Dinosaurs. In space.
Love and so much nerdy awesomeness.
I want to watch like everyone else.
Dammit.
a poem says
“you know i really
mean this, right?”
I Have Never Been In Love
I have never been in love
So I believe, but I am charmed
with anyone that loves me.
I live happy and alone,
So I believe. But I am charmed
If someone goes out of their way to ask.
“I live happy and alone,”
I hear myself repeat.
If someone goes out of their way to ask
Why I do not have a love
I hear myself repeat,
The lies I have programmed.
Why I do not have a love
Are not the reasons I give. The truth is,
I have never been in love
With anyone that loves me.
Drama Queen
You’re too nervous and edgy
I want to scream every time
You call my name
Your hide and seek
Eavesdropping
Tip toe to catch someone
Paranoia
Is out of control
My gut is in knots
Doing jumping jacks
As my eyes cut short
Your useless mindless gossip
And I know that
If I ask you to
Tell me something good
It will leave you speechless
So I guess its going to be
A quiet week
Friend…7pm
Are you my friend?
Do you even know my name?
Can you remember my birthday?
Do you answer when I call?
Do you call on me only when you fall?
Are you my friend?
Do you say a prayer for me?
have you ever planned for me?
Do you ever wonder how I’m doing?
Do you involve me in whatever you are doing?
Am I your friend?
“I”
This crazy mind of mine
Roaming around…
Between I and ME
And last night a
Faceless voice
Startle me,
I asked who are you ?
It replied “I”
Than a unfamiliar
Gust of wind asked me
The reason of my sorrow
I wrote on wet sand of desert
It is “I”
Now all the troubles have
fallen to sleep,
Someone tell me
How much longer
Must I stay awake?
Then I saw the moon
In my dreams
And the sun had risen
With first ray of dawn
Saw Sun and moon
Are both in my heart
Perhaps it is ok
For now to stay with
My “I’—the ego…
Seema Sahoo – ©
Silence: golden or stifling? or a modern blend?
Tasting old memories is sometimes bitter.
Today it is absolutely delicious.
An anticipated ice cream cone that melts quickly in a hot, carefree summer day.
My mouth waters, especially by that hole where the wisdom tooth used to inhabit.
Is my soul that starved?
Smelling a change.
Sniff.
Just a few days before the tears would not stop.
Can he be trusted?
I debate and settle on a definite maybe.
Hearing my friends talk of their current loves makes me smile and drift
along proverbial memory lane, sidestepping a few potholes along the way.
Where did I put my rose-colored glasses?
I touch the side where he used to be.
I can sniff his cologne if I burrow in his tattered t-shirt.
The one I wanted him to discard.
And now I’m the one who can’t toss it.
Or the related memories.
I miss him so much.
Will I ever get over dangerous habits?
5PM About Coffee
I have had difficulty posting this one so here it is again
Smooth like suede
hot as the sun
refreshing like an ocean breeze
eye opening like a cold shower
awakening as a pets nose
aromatic like the forest
delicious as chocolate
Today, I…6pm
Lord,
Today I made mistakes
I’m sure I called Your name in vain.
I know that I wasn’t always kind
And at some point I may have caused someone to cry.
Lord,
Today I wanted to get it right.
I wanted to be joyous as I lived Your life.
I wanted to be thankful for everything.
I wanted to show others the love that you bring.
Lord,
Today I needed to be Yours.
I needed to honour You and respect You above all.
But even though I’m not perfect,
And
Today,
I failed.
I thank You for Your grace,
and the strength to try again.
“Seven Ages”
Dear Stranger Across A Crowded Room,
I feel like I’ve known you all my life.
Through the mass of bodies,
Our eyes did meet.
And in that glance, I just knew,
What our future would be.
I’ll glide across,
And introduce myself.
Awkward as usual,
Yet, you’ll laugh at my jokes.
Like every cliché in the world,
We’ll share a lifetime’s history,
Compressed in a few brief hours.
Then comes that moment,
Fraught with uncertainty,
When we linger,
Not willing to part,
Not wanting to end.
But I’ll be bold as I’ve been all evening.
And I’ll say, “Please stay, let’s never part.”
Then hand in hand, we’ll stroll.
Off into a new dawn.
I reach you at last, and smile.
Laughing gaily,
You point and say,
“Your fly’s undone.”
Oh, well.
Best regards.