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Down a one way street,

Passing another's beautiful past,

Instead of stopping to greet,

Flags go half mast.

Instead of setting sail

For an unknown bounty,

Gathering dust

Sits a cup of brown tea.

A map is covered in laugh lines,

Destination unknown.

Border police hand fines

In hand, while angry bombs are flown.

Under French eyes Insouciance

A small "we" and large "We" defiant

Trade love letters of hate and resistance.

It is tragic how skin, then bones are pliant.

It's tragic how skin and bones are pliant.

seemsame 11/2015 Paris

December 8, 2014 at 3:44pm

TRAGEDY IN FERGUSON : A REQUIEM

BY seemsame

Daily meals from a cereal box.

Daily jobs like moving rocks...

A raise?! She's making burgers, he's folding socks.

No time for meetings, unions or parental talks;

People are living and thinking inside the box!

There's no autonomy when turned into an ox.

Those "outside" get news from FOX

Showing foreign streets outlined in ghastly chalks.

The war started in our uniforms by Hawks

Pursuing running women while a man stalks.

A soldier is spent. Or, in underwear walks.

While folks outside grin and play with land mines or stocks.

An eagle-like group can prevent this pox

On a society geared on phones and clocks:

Grab men and women, so ogled as celebrities & jocks

To score a win! and save our Hansel, Gretel, and Goldilocks.

"Dear Joan: Acceptance Is Easy To Reject, Rejection Is Hard To Accept"

I.
Dear Joan,
I saw the 6-ft tall man sitting on a bench at the station today,
His presence gives an abrupt coldness that dry my throat in a different way,
His face stoned-think that's usual- with eyes that were sad and solemn yet astray.

II.
Dear Joan,
Underneath his coat- as he stood up- his physique is just normal- lean and tall,
Though, I can guarantee you a man that can catch someone if they fall,
A slender arms that can extend and get you so attached to him at all.

III.
Dear Joan,
Like usual, the loud whistling of the train covered the station for a while.
It's 10 o'clock in the evening- last trip, leaving no people in a pile,
How lucky am I, thought I'll be entering the train again with a bile.

IV.
Dear Joan,
I almost forgot to tell you that- while inside the train- our eyes did meet,
Hope I didn't give him a bad impression and a smile that's so discreet,
However, I had this whim to utter words with him in a talk so sweet.

V.
Dear Joan,
You know how troublesome am I, lonesome and pathetic, most of the time,
But, this cold yet tender feeling inside makes me find a mountain to climb,
And this butterflies all over my stomach is a first time, how sublime!

VI.
Dear Joan,
In a few minutes, making some noise, the train stopped onto the next station,
I know he will be getting out and I'll be in a state of frustration,
So I left the train, steps away from him though it's not my destination.

VII.
Dear Joan,
I know it's not my thing to stalk, but I followed him all along the block,
But he noticed me and nervousness dwelt inside me like a fire, tough luck
Melting gazes met and- to my curiousity- I've seen a heart that's lock.

VIII.
Dear Joan,
I don't know what happened, I can't find the solemness in him anymore.
He's still serious but not sad, it's emptiness he leaves behind every door.
Where is the man that I can see everyday at the station to stare for?

IX.
Dear Joan,
Yes, he's cold, dark, and mysterious- that's what I truly adore- you know it,
However, I don't want this emptiness he possess, nothing to submit.
Nevertheless, this won't let butterflies leave and change my feelings a bit.

X.
Dear Joan,
His shoulders stiffened more, emptiness darkened his eyes that were once just sad,
I thought we can embrace and lick each other's wounds once him is all I had,
I guess it's all just mere fantasy, it's impossible for him, too bad.

XI.
Dear Joan,
In my own astonishment I told him the words that were engraved inside,
It slipped from the back of my lungs through the tip of my tongue, nothing to hide,
As anxiousness consumes me, I swallowed cowardice and let all things slide.

XII.
Dear Joan,
Acceptance is easy to reject but rejection is hard to accept,
I ain't digging for scars, but actions aren't that easy to intercept,
Especially if it is something from the very sole we all just kept.

XIII.
Dear Joan,
He continued to walk after saying the words I refuse to write here,
I followed him again- not far, this time he's all aware up to his ear,
I know he wished me- just like how I wished my tears- to really disappear.

XIV.
Dear Joan,
He stopped along the side of a tall bridge and I- like a mimic, stopped too.
Thought his emotions were drained but he looked at me with eyes sorry- so true.
He shifted his gaze towards the vastness of the sky painted with pale blue.

XV.
Dear Joan,
Searing pain were dripping from his eyes, I thought I should be the one crying,
Echoing wails heard, a man slipping out from sanity, what's happening?
This person standing in front of me is someone who madness is calling.

XVI.
Dear Joan,
He might be mad but I'm falling for him- who seemed agonizing for years.
He took a step forward, closer to the railings, face still flowing with tears,
Then another step, made him standing at the edge- like a man without fears.

XVII.
Dear Joan,
I thought I'll be embraced by this man but it seems I will be the one to do it.
Well, it doesn't change the fact that I adore him, I'll be glad to commit,
"I can save you!" I just said in desperation, clenching my teeth to grit.

XVIII.
Dear Joan,
I need to stop this man from falling, out from the bridge and out from his mind!
However, all the words that I used to convinced him to stop were declined.
Tell me, Joan, How to free this person from the dark room he was confined?

XIX.
Dear Joan,
I think I finally convinced him- him that I love, with all that I can!
He bursted with another set of tears, squeezed my hand with all that he can.
He smiled- still sobbing. I think jumping out is already off from his plan.

XX.
Dear Joan,
I knew that fantasies and fairytales were not just fictitious at all.
I think I can finally breached his cold, difficult, and gigantic wall!

...But all hope were shattered as he let go of my hand causing him to fall.

I wrote this poem
straight from the heart
Expressing your emotions
Is a work of art
Changing the world
Doesn't need to think large
It's all about your health
And being in charge.
Stop being hateful
And start spreading the love.
You'll feel the difference in you
Doing the will of God above.
Forget about the haters,
Don't worry about the controversy,
Be the best you
And happiness you'll soon see.
Everyone has stress
I'm sure you know.
Just open your mind
And enjoy the show.
Helping those in need
Is the best thing you can do
It's what changes the world.
It says alot about you.
So forget about the end.

Lets work on a start.
Cause what really matters
Is what's inside your heart

RUMBLE

God prefers His instruments rusty, He eschews the shiny, sharp silverware
in favour of blunt humanity. Dancing dirt helping dancing dirt,
all of us afraid of our unclean nakedness, hiding it;
so it takes people who have rumbled in the mud
to help the ones who feel like they're inside quicksand.
Dried, caked clay beneath our eyes
like warpaint testament that we have
dived headlong into the muck
and are changed such
that we can smirk
with our mouth
underneath
and offer
help.

I asked for healing, that's all I did.

Instead you took it to a fault.

Now ontop of my personal darkness

I have to prove my love to you.

I don't know what's worse.

I don't even know what's right.

I was hopeful and positive,

it would have been alright.

But when I came back, the light was off.

I had no friend...that promised to stay.

Maybe there is a reason as to why I'm afraid.

Because you choose to make it bad,

while I assumed safety that you'll understand.

But you complain, it's my character you say.

You can't live with a person that "never changed" her ways.

Periodical madness, depression, negativity,

You lost hope of me measuring up,

to your idea of me.

Love me. I begged, I thought you accept me for who I am.

To which you reply,

You were out the door right away,

when darkness came my way.

Now I wonder on my free days,

afraid to face tomorrow.

My fears multiplying in need of my conviction

That I meant it.

That I'll fight for us.

That I'll keep going even if your faith is gone.

But how can a bike go on,

if both wheels are losing air.

How will it move, if the chain's rust snaps like a hair?

We are this sad little bike.

Piled with expectations..--(which is completely different from hope)

Piled with demands, -- ( because we deserve our right to be loved)

Piled with the lack of faith...

that this relationship

is

worth

the

wait...

I let the word die down in my heart

I love you

I try very hard to let everyone think that I'm okay. That I'm not hurt.

That you are nothing anymore

I can't help to say that I don't love you no more when you ask me

I'm afraid to say if I still am

I question myself if I still love you.

Do I love you still?

I am afraid if you know my feelings you will go away and that everything would end.

But what if it's not?

So when you try to fish me out with questions I just smile and say no, no, no and laugh.

Even when I feel like I want to cry because I want to hold you

You ask for a kiss in the cheek and I wouldn't let it

But in my mind, I've kissed you millions times

The moment I saw you again and look at your face, touch your hair, feel your warm..

I know..

I couldn't not love you

The feelings I held up inside come bursting out when I realised that I still love you.

I realise that I want to be with you even if that is impossible

And the most hurtful thing is that I realise..

All the things I do now, being confused with my feelings is just how I protect myself from being hurt

Darling, even if I had a millions reasons to leave you, I would still look for one to stay and if I had to choose again, I would still choose you

She is beautiful. She knows what gives her light. So, she became a sunshine.

Moth

Its tethered longing for Eden
Lay exiled in an hourglass
When it forsook its own freedom
It forgot what true power was

Its dreams of gleams once dominant
Grew pale enduring raw monsoon
Your iron sulphide covenant
Enchained the moth to its cocoon

And while it shall take flight no more
For your sharp claws slit through its wings
Unstuck in time it tries to soar
To find out what tomorrow brings

The things that make me strong

Oddly enough have to do with you-

The smell of the grass because you've always loved football;

The rain, that one time we got soaked;

The tears, because you were the one crying;

Yes, these things make me strong

Like your words to me

Under the setting sun,

Or your little gestures before the day has been sung

For heavens sake maybe even just a kiss on the cheek

Anything you do is like a strength for me.