thoughts – mhughes poetry


I did not want my mind to go there 
I did my best not to let it wander 
into the desolation of my imagination 
so as a distraction 
I looked up the words of the day 
they so perfectly detailed the situation 
and the lines and rhymes started 
to flood my mind
a narrative began to form 
scribbles in excitement 
a poem was about to be born.

Their eyes met in cryptic exchange
heated on his part, 
annoyed she was way too early
for their rendezvous.
Hours early 
he still had work to do.
She smiled back oblivious
but she knew and took this time
to reclaim her space
make others aware of her face
why she was there 
and who she was there for.
He questioned his choice on this rapprochement
maybe he had re-established this relationship too soon.
Was this going to be a regular scene…

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Oh my god she gasped silently. What did he do, now? She shrunk back into her shell and turned away. If she doesn’t see it, or acknowledge his actions with a reaction… did it happen? Deep inside she was touched, it wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, far from it, but she giggled as if it was. I mean the respect was reciprocal, but this spectacle he made of himself had little to do with her and more with the frustration so many others had. We were trapped without a visible way out. Sometimes one had to shout, get loud then do somersaults to explain the rationale. However explanations weren’t on his mind this time.

I'm tired trapped in transit between anger and apathy I didn't think I had any more fucks left to give what is this shit! I watch the world around me tear itself in two So much trash never followed by action just reactions mere distractions and another day fades away.

Focus bitch turn off twitter, look away from the tv try to remember what it was like to dream get it together and heed unsolicited advice advertised on your feed be the change you want to see lament and regret no more be grateful and stop waiting for the right time you'll lose more than your mind just be and make the most of these moments

Tag: thoughts

the cryptic rendezvous

reciprocal, somersault rationale

w.i.p.

happy new year