Your words,
Something I deeply treasure,
Always will,
In my short forever.

~A.d | 3 Sept 2014

Money runs out,
Flowers one day wilt,
Chocolate doesn't last,
But words are permanent.
Words are permanent.

~A.d | 22 Jan 2015

there was a little pixie he had big long ears
he lived in the woods he lived there for years.

he roamed around at night underneath the moon
with his little harp he would play a tune

playing there for hours in the bright moonlight
lots of little melodies playing through the night.

when the sun came out at the break of day
he would go to sleep and put his harp away.

bitterly i remember
in my first simplification class
i forgot BODMAS.

boys around me
solved gleefully
while my pencil
showed no will
to budge with the clock
bent on making me a laughing stock
before my peers.

it's such times in life
when devils raid
to come to your aid.

i gave a furtive look
to the notebook
of the boy next to me
put an equal to sign
and to the sum's next line
wrote nine.

what followed i would keep to mine.

sun when slips down west
sky is pink-a-blush
day makes merry-home haste
dies in sullen hush

my eyes dreamily follow
not the meridian star
but in the dusky glow
the flock's flying far!

how they rush together
in twos of clinging pair
ahoy a home is there
waiting in all weather!

the ones roaming on south
run home way down north
leaving their hopes to sprout
on the sunrise coming forth!

the northerners fly to south
end of day's toiled roam
hoping surely no doubt
finding there a cozy home!

Tell me their chirping words
as they fly over head faraway
it's time to pick up the shards
piece them to build another day!

The yard is green
Lush
Wooden bench
Begins to chip
Soon it’s gone
The pumping well
Goes from green to red
And back to green
Now it spits up dust
The cracked side walk
Used to be pristine
The basketball hoop
Hangs at a an angle
The house went from grainy grey shingles
To boring siding
The dogs are dead
But in my head
It’s like it was
Even though I know
I can never go back
Sometimes
I close my eyes
And relive the old days

I am what you get when
the maker substitutes
circus for a man.
Not that it is bad
But the circus
has seen better days.