Live when you’re alive Time is not our friend It sarcastically reminds us… in the bitter end. I imagine, a comic flashback …of the puny under-spent And all the ones used dreaming …and all the hours lent…out to possibilities Of future plans not kept…but what a silly thing it seems, To plan the “plans not…
What is Love?
On a ruled paper..I got a test, And written down …was this request, Tell me your story…Give it your best, Write it all now…leave no regret, WHAT…. IS….. LOVE? Such is the question , But simple a quest, I’ve written my answer…..Three letters no less, G O …
Luna
To look is to see…to see is to lust…the lust is desire …leading arms to a touch, She’s high above me …illustrious waves…silver streams..through my concaves, My windows I cannot shut…these images forever stroke..deep enough, Through the flesh of my beating skin. Face to face we meet tonight…silent beauty…widow of the night, The Stars…
Before It’s Real
Oh Puppy…it’s fun, I like it when we’re young, The touch of your hand, The lack of a plan The weirdest things…that we would do, Or smile whenever…I thought of you, The way you made me feel …Oh Michael, Like you singing to me…that’s Tidal But when the bug bite healed And the truth revealed…
Happy Ever After
Along came a Spider That sat down beside her So the rest of us ran away Then too came a Fox..with the funniest locks And it too went on its way So she ran screaming Like a new baby teething..for months and months and days But after a few…. I saw her at the Zoo…with…
Outside My Window
Come children …gather round See the rain high and coming down… How hard it seems to be pouring… On still dry earth. How much the soil keeps storing …from all that work. The sun must have melted or fled….. Can’t seem to see the crown of it’s head My water pans aren’t empty…since the…
Thawing My Thoughts Season 3
I am trapped …. I’m … trapped up in my skin…can’t seem to breath within I’m locked… in head sometimes Won’t leave my bed most times…I’ve stopped Caring for many things…and added a lot of sins So I need some luck… I built my walls so high..so not even I climb..over or up But this…
Thawing My Thoughts season 4
Blue walls with yellow stripes…Are not my forte Pink boots with polka dots….were in my “heyday” Fences and chrenches conclude my defences Black marbles on tiles..make any girl go wild But summer time with spring wine can be superbly devine Unwined , deny me no earthly pleasure or treasure What’s better than having yogurt with…
Step up…
I was watching a movie just now… and in it a guy said.. ‘pretty girls don’t have personality, the only girls that do.. are ugly girls…and the only reason they do.. is because they know they need to make up for the fact that they are super ugly’.. I was hurt by the comment..but at…
Wide Eyes
Screw the world I hate it still It’s corruption apolute There is red, there is blue, there is grey blood cells “I’m a grey, thats what poverty spells, and spells and smells”. Crooked smile, wreaked heart, lonely souls in an Arc. “Rubber skin”?, No it’s thin. Enough for shame, neglect and pain. Results from stone…
Me
Who wants to see? Who can I tell? About the journey of a crooked pen. My written works include lies,denies and stories of men. I travel with eracers and whiteout to recreate and block the lines out..that cry out my secrets.. As I only tell, what I only tell. I can draw beauty over things…
Kiss Me to Forget
It is a fate much worse than death No worries..I have checked Living through the bile of sarrow Is to feel the pain…of fallen Sparrows A path so reatched and grim..the street lights so damn dim Then midnight on every road And every step is cracked..and every moon a standing cript My body bows in…
My soapbox finale….
More than half the world is crazy… And the rest is on their way.. Over a billion lights above us…and most will fade away… Even the nursery rhymes will tells us…happy and after comes some day… Watch me skip along the karma …all to the last page… Were the prince and shoe awaits… But this…
