how is it you see
a different me
that seems to be
an abstraction of reality
but we are not that different
even though you never see
but please…don’t judge me
for what I believe
©MGA 2017
poetry
Sleep
Standardsleep
need sleep
how can I quicken
the onslaught of sleep
it won’t come
until I get done
rush here
rush there
quickly solve
everyone at rest
me on my feet
until I pass out
exhausted
asleep
©MGA 2017
The Ride to Mashhad
StandardHopped on a train
On the way to Mashhad
Riding along the outskirts
Of the Capital city
Speed gradually increasing
Hearing the clump-clump of the tracks
The gentle sway of the train
Like rocking a babe to sleep
As we go the city turns to sand
Slowly disappearing
As if it turns to dust
Riding along hearing
The clump-clump, clump-clump
As the train runs down the track
Seeing the desert go on for miles
As if nothing else is there
Feeling the gradual climb
As we go north
Going through the dark tunnel
Not knowing what is on the other side
Closing my eyes I look up and see
The inscription on the cabin door
This was an old Russian train
From the sixties
I close my eyes to the rhythmic sounds
Of the train running down
As day turns to night
We come to a stop
Just passengers coming and going
Not my stop
The train gradually starts again
Picking up speed
The sway puts me back again
To a semi-peaceful slumber
I awake and see the day
The train gradually slows
The clump-clump seems
To be louder now
We are closer to the city
The sway not as soothing
But is still there
The train made it again
Safe and sound
To the city of Mashhad.
©MGA 2006
Beats
Standarddeep hollow warm
beating from the inside out
sounds flowing in my veins
rhythmic sounds
emanating from my soul
heart beats catching the rhythm
taking control
lost are the worries of the day
when I hear the beats of the world
©MGA 2017
Silence
StandardSounds all around
looking for a piece of mind
lost in an ocean of noises
escaping into my inner sanctum
trying to relieve the madness
trying to get away from the sounds
silence is golden once it can be found
©MGA 2017
Digitality
Standarddigital world
no one hears
no one speaks
staring at the screens
blank eyes, closed ears
reality tv becomes real
reality become fantasy
no one sees
no one does
lost in the digital reality
no one exists
not even the world has heard
how it became fake
©2017 MGA
Heartache
Standardholding on
not knowing how fragile we are
silently wrapping around each other
trembling against the reality
of emptiness and heartache
©2017 MGA
Southbound
StandardI thought I’d give the one-word prompt challenge a go. Seems today’s word is SOUTH . So here is my poem “Southbound”
on the road
to points unknown
to the end of the line
who knows what I’ll find
southbound to the end
of all the railways
highways
and biways
not knowing where I’ll be
to the south
where the sun shines
and no worries
come to my mind
©MGA
Words
Standardwhat are words
just ramblings
of an unconcerned mind
that can voice a thought
that no one hears
through all the noise
©MGA
Seriously Now
StandardNever take things serious
Only live once
Take things with a grain of salt
As was said don’t like it
Oh well
Enjoy life
Don’t bring me down
I love life
Don’t be hating me
Life is too short
To be hating someone you don’t know
Grow up
I tried
Didn’t make it yet
Living my life good
You don’t like it
Oh well
Be an adult
Can’t be
Have three to keep me young
Fountain of youth they are
Living life
Having fun
Keep joking
Keep smiling
Keep laughing
Life is too short
Don’t be so hard on yourself
©MGA
A bit of a geeky mom 