Your neon drip,
I must admit,
minds me whinging,
of your bleach singeing
Call it free, you,
I'll say it's a fine tree, too,
lost in your sauce,
highlighted memes, an anime cross
......
I saw him packing all those clothes I knew,
all those clothes I had hugged.
And when he closed that luggage,
he closed me in there.
All I wanted,
I wanted to scream.
Please,
don't leave.
I kept silently lying on that bed instead.
These are poems about relationships, with lovers, family members, and a God (real or fictitious?)
You!
by Michael R. Burch
For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.
......
The delicious taste of love makes you feel miserable
The joy of love denies the existing reality
The delicious and savoury love adds thirst and the pleasure of tasting worldly flavours
The motivation of love is reaching out to dreams and unravelling hope and material desires
Suffering love draws sorrow meeting
Sad love blocks distance and time
The manipulation of love reflects daydreams and obscures togetherness
The hopelessness of love destroys the relationship and the longevity of a couple
with different desires
......
In the quiet corners of my mind,
echoes linger,
words unspoken,
wrapped in shadows,
like whispers lost in the wind.
I reach,
fingers tracing the outlines
of invisible thoughts,
yearning for a glance,
......
Your neon drip,
I must admit,
minds me whinging,
of your bleach singeing
Call it free, you,
I'll say it's a fine tree, too,
lost in your sauce,
highlighted memes, an anime cross
......
I feel stuck, trapped,
in the vast space entitled of freedom.
And I am free- no chains to hold me down,
no strings for me to hang on,
yet the suffocation I am surrounded by,
has me lost in a world of void,
dropping down the rabbit-hole,
hands stretched out to hold onto something,
something- anything,
as the fear creeps and crawls up my spine,
......
Out of blue it , its been long,
As I am here thinking 'bout you
Seeing this thought of mine
I ought to cry;
i cry when you call me "mine"
The countless hour of talking and conference
Is all that has ever been
I am here just thinking about the warmth in
In the presence of your
......
In the quiet corners of my mind,
echoes linger,
words unspoken,
wrapped in shadows,
like whispers lost in the wind.
I reach,
fingers tracing the outlines
of invisible thoughts,
yearning for a glance,
......
These are poems about relationships, with lovers, family members, and a God (real or fictitious?)
You!
by Michael R. Burch
For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.
......