A pencil is
Such a wonderful tool.
Sharpen it well,
Or you will write like a fool.
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 8:37 AM UTC
The people in the venues,
Having meetings and conferences.
they mix like a dry salad
drenched in vagueness and normality
it is
okay
to not be there
and feel not happy
but not sad
just not there
it is alright
in the sense that you do not hide
pains or fears
But when business is about,
You can't run.
so go ahead and stop
let these conflicts settle
and fall into dreams
escape momentarily
For now.
Apr 9, 2022
Apr 9, 2022 at 4:41 AM UTC
Wherever
The universe
Flows, an overwhelming
Humility is sure to follow,
And when all earthly worries are cast away,
Simplicity becomes pure bliss.
Apr 7, 2022
Apr 7, 2022 at 1:08 PM UTC
A kiss is important because it's the first
To close one’s words for a moment, but to say something greater
An action of courage, cowardice, desire, or pressure,
And should only arrive when you really know her.
So keep a kiss in mind for those you truly love.
For a kiss is important;
A gift from above.
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 3:18 PM UTC
There’s this holly tree
That can imitate
Its shape to
That of a Christmas tree,
And every time I can’t help but state
‘Doesn’t that tree look like it wants to be
A Christmas tree?’
And all year round,
My co-workers laugh politely.
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 11:51 AM UTC
The King is dead,
And a queen holds an odd flower,
Now the game will begin
Within the next hour;
Some spades are played
To dig a grave,
The hearts decide to pretend
To act silly but smart,
All clubs follow behind
While looking quite smug,
And all the diamonds
Sound their sirens.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
What sad sorrow one can bring
As paper is spoiled by the ink
From a pen whose forgotten name is
Loosely engraved on.
What deep despair one may have
As their blood pours gently down the sink.
When a blade goes across the skin to slash,
Only then, does one truly start to think.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
Some say
It takes a genius
To write a good poem.
Others say
A good poem
Requires a dead poet.
I think
A good poem
Comes from the heart.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
A new month, a bunch of weeks.
Increasing numbers of pointless, sad streaks.
As demons creep back into disguise,
The frequency of old, dusty board games slowly rise.
Fortunately, no fear nor fright came last night,
So now we await the near spark of light
To ignite such a bright and fiery sight.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
Hurry they say; don't lose your chance.
As they stare with no further care, but I am lost in a trance.
Captivated by this love in which I fall,
Yet frustrated as I foolishly risk it all.
Forever feeling,
Never knowing,
A love, untouched.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC