Tag Archives: poem

Plurals

I am me
And I am fine
She is she
And she is divine
He is he
And most sublime
We are we
And ever so kind
How unlucky
And most unfortunate
That an us
We’ll never find.

Advertisements
Tagged , , , , , , , , , , ,

Error

I can’t see the screen
For the blur has transcended
From a slight mist
To a most barricading fog
Its hazy gray makes no room
For the forgiveness asked
And I’m not sure
The sun’s rays will make their way
Through this blackened mess.

Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

The traffic

Can you stab
Once more
Unattended
I waited
Left
Yet surrounded
Driving in standstill
Red light, green light
No, yellow is not a color I like.

Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,

The senseless

It’s the little things
But sometimes also naturally, the big things
Or the non-existent things
Nonsense yet full of sense
Oh dear, what an awful mess we’ve made.

Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

A how

I just needed a little help
A whisper left unheard
Can’t seem to forget
It’s all quite absurd

I have to admit
When asked, no reply
A choice made simply
By any passerby

I voiced with reason
Subconsciously of course
It’s all quite logical
When left with no choice.

Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

A slip

Yes please
No thanks
Quite enough
Just a bit
Up and down
Here we go
Yes I like you
That’s for sure.

Tagged , , , , , , ,

To whisper

He knew
Yet he didn’t
Because I told him
Yet I hadn’t
Because his words
Unchanged
My listening
Remained
Untouched
Yet never the same.

Tagged , , , , , , , , ,

A sunny disaster

Some mornings, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and sigh deeply. I cast a quick glance at the reflection and a million thoughts go through my head. At work I wonder how my colleagues can stand looking at me. I really should pull myself together. If not for myself, then at least for them. For the sake of the others, I should care more. I tell myself that every day. I try to make an effort. But the sleepless nights are just becoming longer, they keep on accumulating, and I’ve become an expert at telling what time it is based on the moonlight. Dawn comes earlier nowadays. I wonder if it’s okay to wear sunglasses inside?

Tagged , , , , , , , , , , ,

Going, going, gone

Hello
Here I am
Over here
To the right
Up high
To the left
Just above
Yes
No, not quite
Wait
What
No
I’m here
I swear
No
No
Hey, where’d you go
I swear
I’d never leave you behind.

Tagged , , , , , , , ,

To begin again

A story of adornment
Begins
The skyline reaches
Further
The breeze whispers
With augmented sonar
The sheer lace
Enveloped skin
Hello
Simply said
It begun.

Tagged , , , , , , , , , ,
%d bloggers like this: