What would I do
if I could
teleport to you?

Would it be
super creepy
if I showed up?

Or would this
long distance
thing we got
end up in love?

What would you think
if in a blink
I was next to your sink
like an apparition
on a mission
to find passion’s
parallel position?

If one day
I made
it your way
would that be great
or just ok?

can’t easily be seen. They don’t
fall anymore. They’re not even inside
the eye. They’re not stuck in the throat and
swallowed down hard. What they are

is calcified. They become rock
salt. They stop flowing. They’re stuck. Some
I say are frozen from years of deposits. They’ve
very sharp corners, that once were round. So, at this

stage it looks like a person has no emotion. But
what one doesn’t realize is that this said person
had too much, and it was so overwhelming
that it crystallized. It would surprise one

who hadn’t gone through it before. But it
sure is anguish to live with this condition that
many mistake as apathy, for lack of a better
understanding of what it could be.

Don’t pluck me.
Don’t stomp on me.
For, I’m meant to be loved from afar
Not stuffed into a jar.
Water me and watch me bloom instead.
Greet me when you wake up and before you go to bed.
Talk to me when you’re feeling blue
And I’ll be there to comfort you.
Talk to me about the things that make you happy,
And the things that keep you at ease.
Admire my beauty,
But don’t touch me, please.
I’m delicate to the touch,
And I’m afraid yours is a little too much.
I’m a flower, I’m not meant to be picked,
Only to be crushed, and die at your fingertips.
But if it is my time,
please let me go. Send me off so you can mourn.
Don’t try to save me, your attempts will be futile.
Don’t change my soil or water me anymore.
After all I’m merely a flower, I was never meant to be yours.

Arise in the pre-dawn hush,
Everything moves, ask the toilet brush,
Then a morning offering to God,
On with the routine I do plod,
I think to rise and smile,
And send each one positive vibes,
To my cyber buddies across the miles,
To my pen friends in the USA,
Hope you dodge hurricanes today,
Then it is breakfast time,
Compare our statins in a rhyme,
I have learnt this yet, you see,
Aging is really not for wussies!