#npmrecycle
Oh how it is so late,
But I have used so many plates.
My grandmother was it’s reason it landed in my hands,
Otherwise it may have gone to the lands!
I enjoy reusing,
It is so sentimental and soothing!
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
You keep on recycling your
"I'm Sorry"
For new mistakes
And I keep on recycling
"I forgive you"
My always mistake
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
Yeah, I'm there
recycler, of my trash
words, lines and poetry
not too vain, or brash
I try not to litter
but **** sometimes it's hard
haphazardly discarding prose
like an ugly drunken bard
The yard needs attention
as scattered here and there
haiku's that didn't work
free-verse, I wouldn't share
Bring me my broom
and my dustpan too
recycling text, and making room
for another line, or two
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
"Give it back to me"
"But what will you do with it?"
"I will mend it, tend to it,
and when it's beating like a drum
pumping blood, pounding love,
I'll give it to him
who inspires new life into it"
"Hmm...then I'm not giving it back
I can't see your heart beat for another"
"Okay then, keep my dying half
You're killing it anyway
The half you've left me with
is enough for me
and him"
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
I try and recycle my broken thoughts
To construct a poetry
though most of them stay in drafts
some of them
get to shine
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
When you go to the bazar to sell your memories, hopping that somebody will appreciate them, but don't get much in return...
books
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
One life's learnings distilled into a book,
The offsetting chartreuse cover
Covered with dust of decades
I seem to have forgotten
Due to my life's coming to a close.
I read the last page, hands filthy
Then drown in a final cleansing
And purification of my life.
The pages detach and evaporate;
The cover floats to a new shore
With its new sky blue hue
And human to master it.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC