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Anderson M Feb 2014
My heart tip toes discreetly
In the dark hollow hallways
Of self-doubt and low self-esteem.
Many a times
It trips
Stumbles
Even falls
But still die hardly insistently
Treads on this self-destructive path.
Why it chooses so is a conundrum in itself.
Me look me in the mirror
and me see an abnormally normal
individual
guess not even
a shred of normalcy exists
or are things so very normal
such that I make out to see
the abnormal
in the normal
life's  really going around in circles.
Anderson M Feb 2014
Miss kindle is one of a kind
With a funny way to unwind
And one hell of a heavenly sense of humor
To add to her emotional ‘accolades’ that sends a tremor
Down my emotional spine
Causing a fuzzy indescribable state
Of emotional affairs, she a soul-stirring land mine
And that quality of hers is innate.
When am home and am sited on the couch
She makes herself feel comfy
On my lap while I take coffee
Mine hands making the much needed ‘approach’
She’s one fluffy bundle of joy
Adorably endowed with an eccentric sense of warmth
She my lifebuoy
Who keeps my spirits afloat when am doing my math.
her highness miss kindle
is our adorable cat
Anderson M Feb 2014
We each partook of our respective
Champagne glasses almost in spot on simultaneity
Toasting to a life full of nicety
Hadn’t we been born with silver cutlery
In our mouths?
Armed with a sense of perspective
But this doesn’t guarantee an alienation of misery
We being hormonal imbalanced youths
Rational irrationality the bedrock
Of most if not all our decisions
We ourselves each other’s stumbling block
Nursing grandiose delusions.
We hence seldom ‘work ‘hand in glove
As we’re “drunk in love”.
Love's blind
literally and figuratively
ever been  *Love-holic*?
Anderson M Feb 2014
A needle in a
Haystack
That’s what true love
Is.
So many fish in the sea
with a variety of colour
beguiling shades of gray
finding one with a true distinct colour
is almost equivalent
to a camel going through the eye
of a needle.
Anderson M Feb 2014
She got my heart
Inflamed
But won’t arrest the fire.
despite having stolen my heart
am thus 'heart - less' and she **heartless*
Anderson M Feb 2014
Do the heavens and earth.
Know that forbidden fruit tastes sweetest?
Why then not fill our hearts with detest
Instead of a hungry curiosity
That seldom rests
Until fully and
Exhaustively
Satisfied beyond mere speculation.
of course an apple a day keeps the doctor away
what with it's alluring exterior that's so irresistible
like rolling in the hay.
Anderson M Feb 2014
After a hard day’s
Toil, a plumber
Craves peaceful slumber.
'notwithstanding' the hunger
eating him up and tearing his stomach asunder.
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