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Doshi Apr 2022
I've found there exists a fine line
between carefree and careless
and (un)lucky for me
even with thick lenses
I struggle to see it
Doshi Apr 2022
The tides are at war
clashing in all directions
challenged by strong evening winds
trying not to be swayed
staring at the east river from BK with a racing mind
Doshi Mar 2022
I was told to become
my own best friend
so I tried
I really tried
bundled up
and took myself out
coffee shops, jazz bars, long walks
sat for hours wrapped in thought
sometimes truly felt okay
but on down days
hugging myself just never felt
quite the same
Doshi Mar 2022
The East River ebbs and flows
reflecting in the glow of the night
ripples so hypnotizing
like her unforgettable hazel eyes
Doshi Jan 2022
Do you still think of me?
Or is my memory strewn haphazardly
across frost-bitten sidewalks
like once-beloved Christmas trees?
Formerly prized possessions
decaying near piles of garbage
having served their purpose
in due time
replaced by others, perky
and piercing green
Doshi Dec 2021
The radiator screams
intrudes a good night's sleep
and derails my dream
the only place these days
I feel peace

I’m left to stare at the ceiling
envying all the rest
my upstairs neighbors are getting
I wonder, what are they dreaming
as the heat ensconces me
and I turn to my side
waiting apprehensively
for the next shriek
Doshi Dec 2021
While I try to get myself out of bed
she glistens in the distance
rubbing it in, hues of pink and gold
bannered across the midriff
of her soaring buildings
reminding me of her flawlessness
and another day sold
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