Rosary

He felt the
beads
one by
one.
Letting them
fall down the string.
repeating and
repeating, yet          
there came no
answer.

My moon

You are my
Moon.
I can look
Upon your
Beauty but never
Feel your soft
Face.
I speak of your beauty,
You looking at me,
Yet my words never reach
You.

what being alive is

Rains sweet
scent after a
Cold long winter,
The flowers that
Follow after
Remind me what
Being alive is:
Beautiful

Silent Lover

Will I be the silent lover,
Will I watch all of the others?
Standing at the sidelines: still,
I wish for you with all my will
But you don't see my love for you,
My only wish is that you knew.

The Flower

Ah! But look at this flower now,

inhale it, and let it tickle your brow.

I smelt it first and now you too,

and now in us, does the scent brightly brew.

But you tell me this cannot be;

against all virtue, against any plea.

This flower gave such pretty scent;

In both of us does this perfume ferment,

so tell me why should we have to repent?

And now this scent we both do share,

Shouldn't we say we have no time to spare?

This flower is our love entwined

in us. We should take our love and combine.

It may be frowned upon for us,

but should we waste time to talk and discuss?

You want to pluck each petal off,

you think it folly, so you sit and scoff.

But these petals you pluck are your clothes: doff.

You offed the petals and killed it

hoping that doing so would make us split.

But as it was just a flower,

over us it did not have any pow'r

We can no longer smell the scent,

but we should not have worries or resent.

It was nothing to us at all

just something I used to charm and enthrall,

and so for us I hope love does befall.

Bus

He looked at them. Prettied up hair,high heal boots and jeaan jackets. Walking onto the bus, they dropped their change for the transfer. While they were walking by Rob, the bus took a sharp turn. Next thing he knew he felt a hand on his crotch. Looking at the girl, the first words that came to mind "well hello there, you mind taking your hand off my crotch?"
Embaraced, the girl got up and walked to the back of the bus to her friends. Every so often Rob would give a quick glance to the back of the bus. He saw her looking out the window. She looked at him and he quickly looked to the front of the bus. He took out his cell phone and used it as a mirror. She was looking at him. He decided if she got off at his stop he would talk to her. Looking nervously at his mirror cell phone, he saw her getting ready. Two minutes from his stop. Ding. She rang the bell. Getting up  she went to the door and got out. Watching her as the bus drove off, he wished that it was his bus stop too.

Why did you call?

“Hello? Why did you call?”

“I wanted to say I miss you

and I'm sorry for our fall.”

“Well, I've become anew

and haven't missed you at all.”

“Hello? Why did you call?”

“I want to see you again

can we meet at the mall?”

“I'd rather not, I think I will refrain.

I've moved on now. Next time don't bother to call.”