Invisible Lines

The Weekday Musing


I’m standing here

making no sense of this Tuesday

have I miscalculated what the best

day is to have a nervous breakdown?

which one of us is dead

which one of us is smaller

who of us can’t take a joke?

I see them walking across

the sign clearly says do not walk

yet there they are

smiling as if life is more precious

on the other side of the street  


who is sitting while the rest of us stand

where do we make the invisible lines

between us, where I end and you begin

some days I’d rather be you

Fridays I’m myself

by the end of the month

I should officially be someone

someone who knows herself

Speaking Of Silence

We are sitting around a table

not saying the things we want to say

instead we are talking in quiet metaphors

about the sun and the stars


Neither of us has a real name

we are both pretending to 

speak the same language

but in reality we are dancing

away from each other with long words


Please translate this awkward silence

into a song I can sing while I stare

at the space between us

as I say nothing instead of all of it


There is a window in the corner

that I think I could jump out of

if you say one more word

about the weather of your thoughts


I don’t want to know how you think

I want to know what you feel

about nothing, how nothing is us

even though we have passion for 

that blank space that envelopes us

Without Voices

Who said it? Was it me?

the thing that matters is not

the words but the tiny moments

when we laugh at absurd theories

about colors in our dreams

We stand together, our faces without expressions 

our tongues without voices, our eyes seeing 

through each other’s auras

we are here but nowhere to be seen

We tell each other secrets that are lies

interpreting each other’s dreams 

until our minds are tired of thinking

and we are left with our hearts feeling


Why do we feel nothing when once

we were more than we could even

know, more than we could even feel

we were more like each other

now we just hate the same thing: ourselves


nina

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