Another January passes
Emotions contained in morning dreams
Why did i let go?
Why did i let you go?
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
They meet
He climbs
Too quickly
Crazily
One shining rung after another
Elation, distraction
100 feet attained
So far, so fast
Top, top, top
of the world!
But the fall
is faster.
A blur,
a tear,
the only drop
in the pool
below.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
My little Haiku
Of a bounceless Kangaroo
Ended abruptly.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
Left leaning shadows on the way to work
Left leaning shadows on the way home.
I'm convinced the deep blue paint on my transport
Will fade first on the right.
eight hours at work eight hours of play eight hours of sleep
repeat 5x/week until symptoms improve, improve, Improve
improv?
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
Sitting at home on a cold Tuesday night,
Is very like sitting on the previous night,
You can try musical chairs
In multiple rooms!
You can sing on the stairs
Or dance with the broom!
But the cold fact remains, as does the day
And your hours, they slip...slip slowly away.
And your poems never know...just how to say
What your heart might have given for a warm Tuesday.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
Your toes are like toast
Except one letter less
And covered in jam
They might be the best
Your peppermint lies
Fly off of my shoulders
Your hazelnut eyes
Starting to smolder
Your strawberry lips
Are the finest in town
But don't tell the neighbors
Don't need them around
Cuz honey in the sprocket
Makes the world go round and round!
Like a chocolate-dipped peanut
In a messy....mossy....mound.
(breakfast in bed)
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
Jillian Thyssen Neanderthal
Was short among women:
Only five feet tall.
Magnus *** Loudest
Liked her pheromones:
He picked up this beauty on the way back.......to his cave.
Those crazy **** Erecti were never any good at poetry!!
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
Cold green plastic on my temples
The sun in winter on the morning's commute.
Ten million degrees at midnight, but
She might as well be ninety-three million miles away.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
If i write to you
In the cutest & curtest of phrases,
But have not love,
You can always unfriend me.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC