I hope it’s a happy day,
for you today,
and if it’s not,
maybe you can at least think…
Month: December 2019
When you do something last minute,
it’s less that you think time is up…
It’s abject narcissism,
to believe you should read this,
the nonsense everyday,
and the time that just won’t stay…
What a change,
something less can make…
You question
the french fries
You question
the scented hand soap
You question….
Ever feel like,
you’re stuck underwater,
the pressure weighing down,
as you try to shake it loose…
Writing feels,
like running on empty,
that space between,
when you’re still going,
and when you’ll hit a full stop,
whether you like it or not…
I have succeeded
in numbing myself
so that I don’t know
what I feel…
I really don’t know,
what makes someone read,
some little thing that passes by,
All I know…
It’s a dream sometimes,
two hearts forever entwined…
Daily Poets 