Poetry by Mich
Don’t bullshit me with your
“I love you’s”
None of them bears witness
To how I grieve
Of witnessing you walk away
Everyday.
Don’t fool me with your
“I miss you”
Nothing compares to the pain
You inflicted on me
For being near yet so far away.
Don’t lull me with your
“I wanna be with you”
Nonsense, though
For up and till now you
Remain a fragment in my dreams.
Don’t say you love me…
P.S.
An irrational (maybe for some) poetic rant of a woman in a coffee shop.
Kept among the clouds
Songs of my undying love
Waiting to be sung.
Let the angels sing
In joy, perfect harmony
Songs of love for you.
As you lay in bed
Sleep tight oh, my love so sweet
With my songs of love.
I didn’t know
how broken I am
‘Till you said …
“I can make it without you”.
P.S.
Inspired by DavyD’s poem RAW https://davydblog.com/2017/03/07/raw/
(Sketch by my 15 year old daughter)
And when I thought
I knew you…
And when your words
used to heal;
all wounds
seal.
And when you
listens to my
stories…
Then you said
“shut up”
I froze.
The end of my storytelling.
And just when all the
beginnings
has to end
even the best ones.
And how one faces
it with a smile,
when all you’ve ever
wanted is forever?
And there you start
anew, despite
of not wanting
to let go.
And then oblivion
comes; forever
is again, yet
another word…
Between here and there
Adored you I wept
In the silence of my heart
I whispered and sighed
I sat beside you
Not a word even to say
Let me walk away
I will trudge through there
That long narrow road, I’ll be
Walk with me my love
Oh!
Dear hear,
Me, I cry.
Of pain, of hurt.
Of sorrow in tight
Look around you and see
Our world in chaos and fear
Oblivion dawned unto me then
I beg; love unconditionally
Peace begins where selfless love is planted.
P.S.
If we can only love unconditionally….then maybe…just maybe…things would be different…
Our world would be better.
We continue to pray for all those who were killed and injured during the Manchester bombing, the Marawi attack, and to all those who have been victims of violent acts recently.
My thoughts and prayers are for those killed and injured in U.K tonight…
Mich
On a cold summer morning
I got my phone ringing.
Thinking it was a prank
I ignored and stared at a blank.
A return call message I received
I dialed, hoping I am not deceived.
I heard someone on the other line
Sobbing, crying, weeping.
“He’s gone”, was all I can hear
I wept, I cried ’till I can’t bear.
‘Twas that summer morning
I heard the news of you leaving.
You left without saying goodbye
It broke my heart in pieces, I could die.
The sun was shining
But the rain came pouring.
Every drop of the rain
Is every drop of my pain.
Will someone wakes me up
“You’re dreaming, get up”.
But reality holds true
You’re gone, didn’t know what to do.
Today I woke up with a raindrop falling
A reminder of how much I am longing.
For I remembered, every drop of the rain
Is every drop of my pain.
It’s been seven years dad
And I still felt bad.
On that cold summer morning
You left me while it was raining.
I miss you dad, please come back.
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P.S.
The day I started my summer rain theme, was the same day I didn’t know what to write, and the very same day the first heavy summer rain fell.
As the rain came pouring, I kept writing.
Its been a month though.
You all enjoyed my summer rain theme as much as I enjoyed writing them.
Little did I know that this is not just simply about inspiration to write..or a spike for my stats…or a way to touch your hearts.
Today I woke up with a promise I’d move on to another theme.
But then I opened my window curtain and saw the raindrops falling.
And it hit me…
On this very same occasion seven years ago as I opened my window curtain looking at the summer rain falling, that I was told my dad, passed away.
Now I understand where my “summer rain” theme came all the way.
Thanks, Dad you never left me all along.
You lead me to this day. On your death anniversary. As I write each poem. I poured out every single emotion there was in me. That today, I felt a lot better. Better than those early years you were gone.
Thanks, Dad… you truly are amazing..even when you are gone!!!
You are a picture of quiet serenity
Plunge into darkness
Out of the blue
And…on a hot
weary afternoon
Amidst silence
And shimmering heat
You become hot as a horseradish
Steamy as a terrarium
Then you gently thickened
You poured…
That mysterious rain
On a scorching summer afternoon
p.s.
the heat is on…its summer…but a little rain could be mysteriously stunning…
There you go..another “Summer Rain”.
…a steamy, hot summer late afternoon in Singapore. ..
michnavs 