I hope to hear an echo of your voice once again, so I sit alone in silence hoping to hear you. A faint sound or even a sigh from the wilderness, flutter of a dove’s wings or even a rustle from a falling leaf. Longing for a message from you or even a pale colored rainbow above the winter’s sky.
Words spoken under the pale moonlight
Casually uttered in the night
Promises of flowers, wine and sheer delight
Then you give your smile along with your heart
With the expectations of his loyalty
What you may not know
Those words uttered under the pale moonlight
Are the cheapest baits to catch a fish
Just had breakfast, and now having another cup of coffee. Contemplating on what to do. There is football on TV Dallas playing against Giants. There is possibility of going to the movies and seeing a Jennifer Lopez’s movie or Aquaman. I can’t seem to make up my mind.
Normally I will be out and about visiting local stores, but today i’m just not into going out and browsing the stores. Maybe I could just stay home and catch up on my reading.
What do you guys normally do on Sundays? I want to hear some comments, don’t be shy tell me.
This persistent pain
haunts me time and time again
leaving me distraught
like an amorphous
landscape of an ancient ruin
The day is folding
the evening is spreading its wings
suddenly the pitter patter of rain drops
hitting the pavement
a steady and quick rhythmic
sound of precipitation
signaling the day’s end
I want to convince myself
that I love listening to its cadence
but I am not going to.
I watched as the melancholy moon arose from the mediocre clouds
just another night alone upon a lonely sky
the moon attempted to question as to why is he perched upon
the clouds so high a solitary star on a bitter cold winter night
when no one bothered to reply he continued to watch the earth
while floating in the heavy dark December clouds
When we start a relationship with someone new we think to ourselves that this will be It, the One, my Romeo. And then we watched the cookie crumble. So I wrote a short poem about it.
We let our every breath drown into the raging sea
the bitter strife surpassed the hopes and dreams we shared
we let the silly pride and stubborn conceit
destroy what we built through the years
though my heart fierce and strong
will only hold so much grief and misery until it burst
into million pieces
I watched as this cookie of a relationship crumbled into its death
Over a cup of coffee 