So this very extraordinary poet
Said that my words were very "warm, and wise"
Oh I did a celebratory dance only
Before I sadly realised

That I was the girl who had once screeched
"I hate youuuuu" at a friend in the middle of a busy street!
Ah well, guess I'm that kind of poet who
Reserves all her wisdom for Hello Poetry

like a rose
trampled on the ground
a beautiful delicacy
that has been ignored
not yet found
like a rose
vibrant in all ways
full of potential
who lives its own kind of way
like a rose*
we are all like a rose

It's just awkward when people ask me what I write about

More so when they're still
Expectantly, quizzingly blinking
After I've already answered them with,
"Anything and everything!"

I think what he felt was beyond love,
For, after braving multiple imprisonments in hell
That she shamelessly put him through,
All he said to her was "I wish you well"

So what could be worse than
Lying on a hard, rickety bed
Squashed between wall and mother
With sweat travelling down your forehead?

And counting the blades of the fan
At its maximum speed, lazily tumbling,
Planning your mighty escape, because
Surely the termites were going to bring down that ceiling?

Spotting a lizard - expertly camouflaged - staring down at you from its abode - right at you - probably thinking to itself - "Oh cool, she'll catch me if I fall"

Yes, that's what's worse.

After the rain beads,
Celebration in branches,
  .  .  .  Ornamental trees.

Whole world, new outside,
Noon is like a cave inside,
  .  .  .  Nerd in a bubble.

Narcissist craves friends,
Ignores those without mirrors,
  .  .  .  Only sees himself.

Once was a grey man  .  .  .
Spent his days spinning drivel,
  .  .  .  Who once, never was.

Clueless clods crying,
Look at me— we all matter,
  .  .  .  Hubris in lockstep.

Sad corporate man  .  .  .
Real life just keeps passing by,
  .  .  .  Good thing he's clueless.

Unbridled ego  .  .  .
Yearns to be anything real,
  .  .  .  Keeps painting a smear.

Dull public speakers,
Everyone is prisoner  .  .  .
  .  .  .  Jailor loves yawning.