Call it fake.
But I would like to call it, authentic.
Call it insensitive.
But I would like to call it, warmth.
Call it childish.
But I would like to call it, learned.
Call it unappreciative.
But I would like to call it, grateful.
Call it hate.
But I would like to call it, care.
Call it goodbye.
But I would like to call it, hi!
Call it “you-get-used-to”.
But I would like to call it, sober.
Call it numb.
But I would like to call it, pain.
Call it change.
But I would like to call it, bliss.
Call it end.
But I would like to call it, restart.
I like the feeling of finding something real.
No pretenses. Just truth be told.
One tap. One hit. One look.
I could feel the warmth of the fireplace.
The innocence of youth in wrong chess moves
The sanity of the decision in court and never in question.
Didn’t realize, we’re golden.
I would have let it show; let you know.
Being mad is my way of bursting my intent emotion.
A sign that I care about to someone in a classic whisper of the air.
Good conversation blocking an interference.
Yet tongue tied up ended up with the first word uttered when you called.
You get used to it, as you said.
You don’t know how to listen when you are sober!
And now, you are beautifully numb.
But the eyes tell the otherwise.
No two are the same in identical clothes.
Fuck fake smiles! Pure happiness should be at the core.
“The end” is a wrong choice of words to speak out loud.
I call this a break – a hibernation. A restart.
It’s adorable that you think you know,
But you don’t.
The voices we heard that we’re ignoring.
To tell the truth. To tell short notice.
You know what I mean
You know what I believe in.
What’s the purpose? What’s the gain?
Words I repeatedly asked to you.
No definite answer. Silence…
Just a snob thought again.
I could never judge you.
You know I don’t.
I could never hate you.
You know I won’t.
Bring me back to the days when we were one block away.
That moment when the light is red before the go.
More than words I would like to say
Words ain’t enough to play.
To the one I used to call dad,
It was me saving you.
A world blessed by the guiding light.
A world cursed by the dark side.
Folks diverse in nature.
Folks diverse in culture.
The differences make everyone the same.
The differences make everyone tame.
Are we all we are?
Are we all following the right star?
Hand in hand into the promise land.
Turn our faces into the sun.
See the light at the end of the tunnel.
See the future outside the funnel.
We bring colors into this world
So, spread colors with our words.
Learn the impulsive choice others tossing.
Verdict of the phony in fake Sanskrit.
The victim of the mean hoax ain’t missing
In a walk of shame of the true culprit.
After the storm, something was born again.
Rainbow in the rain makes grey days clearer.
A stain, not art: there’s no need to bargain.
From the twist of fate of savage bearer.
Kaleidoscope of colors in one eye
Shifting panoramas like Northern Lights.
Signed, sealed and delivered will from on high
A mark of love, hope, peace and pure insights.
And there will be no umbrella needed.
The showered vision of God is not dead.
Written by: Genesis Gregorious Genelza, Billie Eilish O’Connell & Finneas O’Connell
Rapid eye movement sleep
Let’s not part ways and say, “Goodnight and Go”.
What happens when we sleep?
When we all fall asleep, where do we go?
Counting sheep through the night
Ignite the fire of the losing side.
A bad guy acting like a Knight.
Sleep within sleep in side by side.
We are only good at being bad.
They should see us in a crown!
Wait for the plastic faces turned into sad.
Critics frown on the idea of going down.
Are we the product of a problem we could not alter?
That is why our rendezvous’ quite blurry and fuzzy.
But I’m counting 1,2,3 for it doesn’t matter.
As long as I see you in whole not in mazy.
I don’t want to wake up in this beautiful nightmare.
3-dimensional space as they call it, “The Further”.
I’ll be calm and collected in this dream we share.
As we bury the hatchet when we bury a friend right there.
I just hope I could draw a map that will lead to you
Wear your cologne, so that I could go straight in a perfect time.
Do not let me let you go when my heart’s not blue but hue.
Hold me tight, you’re my strange addiction like a dime.
In this place, life is an endless story.
Captivated by the view, you and I both created
The place has no name to say in a hurry
Paper town as it is, so as our names stamped and cemented.
REM sleep; dream vividly.
Two hearts become 1 in intensity
Goodbye for now as lights down low slowly
In sleep, we’ll meet again in the loop of serenity.
*The poem was born out of love and obsession to the album of Billie Eilish entitled,
“When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?”
At the top of my lungs, I scream
In my darkest hours, you are my sunbeam
Into the River Lethe, you become my memory
For you simply debunk that life is too short for a long story.
Around the world in 80 days, seemed not enough to explore you,
Against all odds, I swear it on the River Styx to stick with you in a shade of hue.
Until the world ends, forever ain’t the word to immortalize you while we’re going down in history.
*Preposition Poem – The poem is a seven line poem, each line begins with a preposition. Authors write about themselves, their feelings and emotions.
I smell your colors.
Scattered with ink of different personalities beyond imaginary lines
I hoped to be extraordinary but brutally unstable.
I have seen you from a far.
I have seen your art – your stain.
I can still see you.
You can’t hide on me.
You put a number on me.
Changing summer into winter.
Hanging me from your tree of unhappiness
wondering what it is I’m looking for or what is in store in your mind,
In your heart,
In your head,
In your soul.
How famished you are in the dark!
Are you hungry for more?
‘cause you keep on coming back for more!
Plagiarizing terms of your creator like saying,
“Hey! Whatever, I invented you!”
No acknowledgement needed.
Just a juvenile scam; never a quitter.
A copyright infringement intended.
Just pretenders and sirens.
We moved on.
Who’s laughing now?
I gotta laugh!
Leaving you with my permanent mark.