Do You Like It That I Like You?

When I grasp for words and I stutter in awe

And describe in detail everything that I saw

Does it move you an inch, make you itch — maybe flinch

At the thought that I like you far more than you think?

When I say your name sweeter than someone else’s

Drag my chair, pull it closer to surround all your edges

Does it push you away and elicit awkward glances

That I’m always around you, in your trainers, like laces?

Does the sky fall in the morning when you open your eyes

Feeling heavy all of a sudden at the prospect of a surprise

At the idea of a day lost in loving words all unspoken

Because I finish your sentences and mend fences that you’ve broken?

Some things can become too much in the absence of touch

Some lives are oddly intertwined by parallel paths

Haunting eyes across oceans and thousands of miles

Do you like it that I like you a dozen million times?

(end)

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Look At This Life (An Original Poem by RJ Marmol)

Look At This Life (An Original Poem by RJ Marmol)

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The hours have come and gone 
And I can't remember how many times
I've cursed and checked this phone

It keeps buzzing and ringing
Blasting and humming

As I scramble and ramble
As I twist and I stumble

There's something I wait for
That I fully know is done for

I cast it aside
I took it in stride

I know something is off
That I strive to remember

There is something real good
But I cast it asunder

Is it under my bed
Was it all in my head

Did it just pass me by?
Did I bleed, did I cry?

I'm grasping for words
I've been pulling the cords

I'm dusting the cobwebs
I'm all out of sorts

Something was here
Close to me, I could swore

But it slipped through my hands
And away from my shore

I see specks of it floating
I could feel my fear mounting

My steps have become unsteady
My sight has begun to blur

What used to be here
I'm sure I've seen it before

Is no longer in my memory
But beyond that cold door

Of a past so clouded
And confused and shrouded

In mystery and debauchery
In glory and in theory

Piles of pictures
Cover this fresh scent of sutures

I lie and lie
I die and die

I send these cruel thoughts 
To the one that's on high

This floor may be cold
Like a story untold

I guess this is what it feels like
When you start to get old.

(end)

You Will Remember Me (Nostalgia) – An original poem by RJ Marmol

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You Will Remember Me (Nostalgia) - An original poem by RJ Marmol

When your days are lonely
And your nights are slow
When you realize that on a Saturday
You have nowhere to go

You will remember me.

When you drive your car
And that sob song comes on
You will find yourself sighing
And humming along

When you pass by that cafe
That you always go to
It will stir a memory
Of a favorite haiku

When everyone you talk to
Is a "yes, man" you know
You will miss all the nights
That I argued with you.

When you go to a newsstand
And read a headline or two
You will think of the mornings
When I read them to you.

When you pass by someone with the same hair or perfume
You'd be wishing I was there waiting for you at home.

You will remember the times 
That I hit you too hard
Because you were too annoying
And or maddeningly glad.

You will remember the hours
You waited and cursed
Because it took me a day
To get dressed and find a matching purse.

You will remember that it takes me forever 
To finish up in the shower
That I dare not leave the house 
Without my lip balm and hair blower.

You will remember my silly dreams and my lofty ideals
You will remember my stupidity and the times that I bleed.

All those times I cried over a sappy old movie
Because the hero lost his true love and how I felt sorry

For a love found and lost at such a short time
For a love so forbidden that they call it a crime.

You will remember me in pizzas, ice creams and noodles
Through people and events and the mere sight of poodles.

Through walks and talks
Through smiles and tears
Through glory and defeat
Through pain and bliss.

You will remember me. Oh, you know you would.
Through the steps that you make and the times that you stood.

But right now I see you're happy right where you are
The crowds are distracting
And the music's always playing

You may not remember me now
But oh someday soon you will
And know that when that day comes
I'll remember you still

So wherever you are
And whoever you're with
When it gets a little quiet
Do me a favor, Steve.

Write me a letter
Put in a sentence or two
Send me something to read
And remind me of you.

(end) 

 

 

Wow! 10 Years of WordPress Love: An Introspection On Life And Blogging

Hey guys! I know, I know. I haven’t been here in what seems like ages and I have no excuse you guys. I just have none. But hey, WordPress just gave me this loving nudge that I’ve been on this platform for 10 years and what do I have to show for it?

 

Well, love. I got love. And it’s not some lame bs I’m spouting just to be polite or anything but it’s all I can say truly. I mean all these years since my first blog post here on WordPress (coming from Google’s Blogger), I’ve done many things, tried lots of projects, won some, lost some, love and lost — all that shitty and beautiful stuff a human being goes through. I did that and more.

This blog went from personal, to entertainment (movie, song reviews), political, web tech and gadgetry. You name it, I’ve blogged it. I’ve made free stuff, I’ve written paid stuff. Blah blah. The whole nine yards, my fellas.

I went hard and strong with e-commerce (my other first love, don’t be jealous, WordPress), released albums upon albums of cover songs, I’ve written (unpublished) books, I’ve even started reading tarot cards — yes, yes good ‘ol fortune telling sans the cookie.

Name it. I’ve prolly explored it to some extent.

And through it all, WordPress blogging has been a silent and patient witness to my ever-changing and mind-numbing flip-flopping from this and that, here and there. Never judging. Just patiently watching and listening and waiting for me to one day “come home” — to come back home.

But where is home? What really is home? Don’t mean to sound overly emo or anything like that but when I get reminded of all the years that passed that I haven’t written anything in acceptable longform content, it does send me to someplace nostalgic.

After all, when you strip me of everything I’ve said and done, I am at the very core of me, a writer. I write everyday not with pen, paper or keyboard — I write my life in ways so much more intangible yet profound, as  only I can create it.

I may no longer type it and publish it in a “blog” but I still do it in the so-called Web 2.0 of social media — Facebook, Instagram, Twitter — even the Smule Sing app.

What used to be integrated and well-written in a blog post is now published in some form of erratic, condensed, snapshot form as we’ve gotten used to by now.

And it’s a shame, ain’t it? That now, our poor stalkers need to visit so many sites and apps just to find out what we had for lunch or if we’re listening to the latest Lil’ Pump song or not. Used to be so easy for them stalkers back then. Go to a person’s blog and you’ll see everything there — pictures, videos, thoughts and random ramblings, music etc.

Why am I even talking about this? Oh I don’t know. I think, maybe just like the rest of the world, all this fragmented info and the mad rush to keep up with it has caused our poor blogging brains to shrink — so much so that we can’t even hold a cohesive thought for more than 5 seconds.

Is there hope, you ask? Or more appropriately, does anyone even bother to think about all this? I don’t know. I don’t know my friend.

But I do know that the mere fact that I had to be reminded of my WordPress 10th Year Anniversary just to come up with a such a lame post such as this is indicative of the long road ahead of us if we ever want to go back to introspective blogging — or even thinking for that matter. And well, ain’t it a shame? I think it is.

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