Posts Tagged: Poem
It’s easy to stand out in a crowd
The sharper the tip Of a pencil The fainter the marks The duller the tip gets The bolder the statements written
It’s easy to stand out in a crowd
The sharper the tip Of a pencil The fainter the marks The duller the tip gets The bolder the statements written
à la carte
Happiness Is like your last meal They don’t give you A chance To lick the Plate
Undefined
There are some words That I do not know the meaning of Such as lethargic and catharsis Then there are meanings That I do not know the words of Like how I feel right now
You’ll always be my favorite muse
I want to spread your fingers, fan them Like pages. 53, 54, 55. I want to read the Words written on the lines that are Engraved into your palms. Cup your Hands, let
You’ll always be my favorite muse
I want to spread your fingers, fan them Like pages. 53, 54, 55. I want to read the Words written on the lines that are Engraved into your palms. Cup your Hands, let
Some nights, always
Do books keep you company at night Laying there in bed, waiting For a call to come Which never did Just like I waited up Every night Hoping For a chance to talk to you
Some nights, always
Do books keep you company at night Laying there in bed, waiting For a call to come Which never did Just like I waited up Every night Hoping For a chance to talk to you
This past week has witnessed the death of me
I’ve been omitting words from conversations I’ve been forgetting some letters in the words I write Like the N in ‘Gree’ I don’t even know why I had written down the word green I thought that today was Sunday, not
This past week has witnessed the death of me
I’ve been omitting words from conversations I’ve been forgetting some letters in the words I write Like the N in ‘Gree’ I don’t even know why I had written down the word green I thought that today was Sunday, not
Thank you, thank you not
Thank you for reminding me how great flip-flops are Thank you for the days that I woke up with a smile Thank you for being my muse, and inspiring me to write all that I did about you Thank you
Thank you, thank you not
Thank you for reminding me how great flip-flops are Thank you for the days that I woke up with a smile Thank you for being my muse, and inspiring me to write all that I did about you Thank you
Same old song
I am troubled by your blasphemous disdain. It is appalling how you constantly refer to writers as fickle. Especially when you are unappreciative of what was written for and about you. As writers, we do not envision something new. We
Same old song
I am troubled by your blasphemous disdain. It is appalling how you constantly refer to writers as fickle. Especially when you are unappreciative of what was written for and about you. As writers, we do not envision something new. We
Dreamcatcher
I hung you up on the wall You thought I was hanging you up to dry You thought that I didn’t want you around But, you were the only thing that I wanted And that’s why I hung you up
Dreamcatcher
I hung you up on the wall You thought I was hanging you up to dry You thought that I didn’t want you around But, you were the only thing that I wanted And that’s why I hung you up
LITTLE TALKS 