My poetry stay moving…
Alphabetize Us-Written 11.21.16 (When reading, place "she" in place of the comma) Again, Always Awaited But Boys Bemoan 'Bout Boundless Beauty. Curiosity Caused Consideration, Constantly Concluded Deducing da Damage Done. Disbelief. Disdain. Damn, Disregarded Everything Eternal Everything Existing. Everything Fuck Feelings, Forgot Facts, Focused Feverishly. Frantically Got Goner. Go, Got Goner. He Helped Her Heart Heal. Her Heart Healed His Insecurities. Inside Interest Intensified. Increased Intoxicatingly. Justified Jacuzzis Journeys Jamming Kickingit'. Kept Kidlike Love Lingering Long. Love Lasting Late. My Man Missing Me. Materializing Never. Now Naturally Needs Occur, opts Other Options. Others Owning Property, Pretends Pain Quit. Quotes Quintessential Quotes. Quietly Quits Reminiscing. Removes Remnants. Removes Reminders Revealing Reality. Sadly. So She Shouldn't Sulk. She Sees Semblances Showing Similarities. She Selects Sanity. Tells Tales To Tell The Truth. Uses Useless Vices Wondering Why Wishing Won't Work. eX. XOXO. Young ying-yangs yearning youth. Zealously Zen, Zestfully Zones. -QS
Untitled via Avalon Jorj-Written 7.5.16 At times I tire Of being A human being. I tire of scrapes, Cuts, bruises, tears, Pain The ability to feel. At times When it rains I replicate The motion Bringing relief to my soul, Rainbows to my eyes, Keeping in mind God's promises Of love in life. Love balances the pain, Heals cuts and bruises, Makes worthwhile The ability to feel. Still, at times I tire Of being A human being.
Walking down the stairs, strolling along the platform, my feet glide, almost slip on some saliva that someone hacked out.
Holding steady, reaching out, gripping the banister in front of me to save myself, a stickiness connects with my hand.
Handing me a tissue, out of the kindness of their heart, someone does this and relief floods through me.
Thank you comes out of my mouth but they don’t hear me, all they hear is to “Stand clear of the closing doors please.” Thank you I mouthed but passengers don’t hear me.
So eyes roll, and I feel embarrassed. But alas in redemption, I look to give up my new found seat, to an elderly. Kindness will ensue, and all is right in the world.
“The world is coming to an end! The world is coming to an end! The world is coming to an end!” Shouted by him before he sides into the seat I reserved for an elderly.
Now she is shaking, the elderly, but everyone is too busy looking at the man, wondering if the world IS coming to an end.
And I am wondering if this train ride is ever going to end.