Sometimes I feel as if he doesn't care.
At least, that's the vibe I get.

A nonchalant answer
to a thought-out inquiry
is enough to make me think
that he,
in fact,
does not care.

Unbeknownst to me
The inquiries of the world
Linger in the air
and in the streets
and in my mind.

Our curiosity as children
Burn in our thoughts
and actions
And come out as questions.

Some of us hunger for more
And some of us don't.
And it all comes down to this:

Are you better off not knowing?

The girls at the playground
don't talk to me.
They look
and stare
and whisper
and yet ignore me.

"What did I do,"
I always ask myself.
Am I ugly?
Do I smell?
Am I too loud?
Or annoying?
Or stupid?
Or weird?

Those days of girls and insecurities have passed.
Loud and proud, baby.

Weird, schmeird.

Though one may have noble intentions
One will always have a darker side.

Greed and longing
Are the most common forms of masochism.
And when one has what they want,
One will lose everything else.

The Midas Touch
Gave a man the ability
To satisfy his soul
And to destroy his life.

Let's play a game
just you and I!
The rules you shall know
and I shall supply.

Cheating of course, is never fair
This game isn't hard at all,
you'll be running on air!

There's no way to lose
This game is for all!
For the old and big,
or for the young and small.

But how do you win this game,
you may ask.
Well that's a simple question really:
Just remove your mask!

When you write
Do you think of what to say?
Do you aim to see a certain way?
Are you careful with your words?
Slipping in a secret password?

Do you even care to rhyme?
Or are you frugal with your time?
Do you want to send a message?
Or perhaps a foreboding presage?

At the end of the day
A poem is a poem
Even one as simple as this
Even if it falls flat.

Like this.

Followers of corruption
Led to believe that they themselves
Are being risen to a better life

Viewing one as a god
But he is only a charade
Hidden behind a smile of devious lies