A brittle thread
Holds you to me
Not at all
What it used to be
The more I look
The more I see
Most of it is
Imaginary

Rest is so much better after a busy day.

There is no requirement
Of a tortured soul
In poetry
Just because it works for you
It doesn't work for me
And my poetry's not any less
Because I am happy

We ended without an end
Which makes it hard for me
To let go of what could have been
So much possibility
I'll work on accepting
And I'll work on me, too
First thing I should accept
Is that you will not work on you

Dear stranger *****
Sitting in some lonely room
Typing away on your keyboard
Spreading dirt and gloom
You think you're hurting feelings
And causing so much strife
But I think you're just demonstrating
You've got a lonely, miserable life
The rest of us will gladly forget you
As soon as the thread is done
But you're still stuck with yourself
A single,  desperate one

I stated my peace
Which brought only conflict

I can’t wait until
I’m popular enough
To attract the haters
Who come along
And downvote
Every compliment