I think I figured out why I don't like pencils
They have advantages, I admit
I draw a hundred times better with them
And write fifty times neater than with
My usual plethora of pens
The colors and textures of the ink
Only a small part of my reason
I think I don't like pencils because they are
Impermanent
And smudge too easily
Ink only smudges when wet, and soft
Then it bleeds color all over the white expanse
It is set on
Inks and graphite, they don't mix in my head
The graphite is always too grey for me
Too dull when I use it
The inks give me the paint of gods
To shower in bold all that I deign to
And then pencils wear down,
Far too quickly for my hand
I need to scribble fast and hard
The pen stands much more solidly
And for me the pencil is too subtle and gentle
Not nearly enough vivacity

be sure you haven't locked the cat outside.
you know how much that annoys the cat.
but sometimes you do it on purpose.
and when you burn your toast
aren't you mad ?
it's like a special mad
reserved for burnt toast.
in an hour, if you hurry
you'll already be ten minutes
late. it's like you can't catch up
to what you believe in
at the speed of doubt.
can you hear me?
is this thing on?

I've been there but i can't tell you how to leave.
it's your move.
how many times do i have to tell you
it's your move ?

the mind is a terrible thing
that springs
to mind.

so terribly beautiful.

you deserve a novel,
but these words suffice:
you thief.

"One big happy family I thought"
Oh no no, that was me,
Comforting myself
Trying to pretend it was okay
What is wrong with you?
I am not a hoodlum
I do not go out to "rub elbows"
I thought these days were the past
I thought I could stop worrying
Correction they were forgot about…
For a short while, we'll their back now
"One big happy family I thought "