When I am driving around on wheels, in a city, I long to go back to, my home, my rescue shelter, I'd probably be listening to Khalid or one of our songs, songs that, we agreed, reminded of each other, with a cigarette in my right hand, flicking the ash off it every now and then, aimless, my thoughts, thinking how much the city gave and took from me both at the same time; I will stumble upon you over my punctured tyre on that hot sunny day, clad in a bright floral dress and danglers that match my soul. I'll embrace your friends, they have been mine too for a while now; they will greet me, jumping out of your fancy new Honda, both of us equally surprised, given it's a city so wide. I will pretend to be happy, laughing at our shared jokes while talking to these old pals of mine, I'll be shivering inside, feeling your gaze on mine, pensive and sorry, going back would look so blurry. You won't come out for you've been quite a dodger; I won't walk up to you, I wouldn't want to be shamed by yet another glum withdrawal. I will be longing, I swear, to see you with my eyes unabashed, I just won't, only, stealing side glances. Pleasantries exchanged, memories unearthed, I'll have to simply walk off, drive further away.
Both of us'd be saddedned for,
Life's not been fair to us, like in the movies;
The timing's been a bitch, like in the movies;
It still has to go on, just like in the movies.
Our Love has been short, forgetting too long, way too long!
Tell me how further long?
Chalk paint is versatile. First of all, it’s a terrific matte black in its pre-mixed, classic form. Good as is. However, if you have a little something to say, it makes for a great place to display a message, a favorite passage, a lyric, a poem, or in this case, a calendar of events for the year in our rental house. #chalkpaint
3120 August, 2019
Last night I stayed up till 12:30am ;and I felt this sudden urge to write . I ended up writing 6 new pieces . In between writing tears began to fall down my face . I was inspired to write this piece and a few others 😭❤️✍🏻. This is michaelspoeticlife life today in my life ... What is your gift 🎁?
чому так обтинає губ твоїх вітер?
та не вертаються додому вже діти.
...це місто, в якому днем по дневі.
...блакитні хмари і щоки рожеві.
чому так вічно перо твоїх літер?
...і вже чоловіка торкаються віти.
та якось складно вдається дощеві.
...чорнило розтинає душу гінцеві.
і ці шляхи, немов "планета", "юпітер".
...і десь знак, що запинаються квіти.
про що зараз мовчать твої місцеві?
...про щось мовчать, язик у свинцеві.
я проситиму вас, повертайтеся звідти!
та чому ж так обтинає губ твоїх вітер?
...і навіть епітет, немов страх у митцеві.
...і навіть вірші, немов смерть у борцеві.
30320 August, 2019
the earth is fading;
so are we, society.
you’d think it’d be a beautiful thing,
we actually did...something?
🌍 👼🏼 🌿
19120 August, 2019
1. collecting tomorrows
I was never one to be patient, anticipation turns into anxiety. But with life, you learn the hard way that sometimes the things that enter into your life are MEANT to walk away either to make way for something better, or to show you how bad you have to keep wanting, how bad you have to fight for the things that are worth it.
This poem represents just that, the pain but also the necessity for time and space apart. Togetherness brings happiness, but time and space apart reminds us WHY togetherness does just that. ·
I am counting tomorrows.