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 Feb 2019 Mark Tilford
Joliver
Okay
 Feb 2019 Mark Tilford
Joliver
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
"Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
"Okay"
Is off-brand raisin bran
"Okay"
Is how you say life is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

"Okay"
Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

"Okay"
Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
"Okay"
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
"Okay"
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
"Okay"
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
"Okay"
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
"Okay"
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
"Okay"
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
"Okay"
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
"Okay"
Okay?
 Feb 2019 Mark Tilford
T
is watching you
walk away.
Now the mold is set,
And the dawn broken,
The cost of aloofness,
Is to be rewarded with less;

Refusing to make effort,
Apathy in the face of oppression,
Choosing to mind other things,
Throwing the future to the dogs.
The much educated elites and eggheads of the south of Nigeria very much take a back seat when it comes to taking tough decisions. The figures released by the electoral umpire's showed the predominantly illiterate north displayed overwhelming class in returning the incumbent. SHAME.
 Feb 2019 Mark Tilford
Jenna
The color of death,
is conceived as red
blinking consistently,
threateningly, and
annoyingly

Time slows to seconds
for there is a timer
to mark my death
white, rectangle strips
draw me to,
My last resting place
 Feb 2019 Mark Tilford
Taylor
I feel like the sky
I want to see the sunrise
Yet I fall everytime
Just a little haiku
 Feb 2019 Mark Tilford
Evie
angel
 Feb 2019 Mark Tilford
Evie
everything
               about
                       you
              makes
                       me
                  feel
                

                              iridescent
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