pay attention – Iโm allergic to life
I PRETEND
I pretend not to notice
their eyes are
elsewhere
studying the floor
as I approach
I pretend not to care
absence of a
friendly nod, a smile,
just something to
acknowledge Iโm
actually there
I pretend not to know
people talking
spreading lies
as oil on water
sharpened knives
cutting deep
without visible
tissue scarring
I pretend all is good
throughout the day
trying hard to make
the day last
longer, the night
gets shorter as the
fog grows thicker and
the ice melts quicker
I pretend
as long as
I can
POPPING โฆ
You cannot hear
the silence screaming
my head exploding
kneeling
begging for the return of
feelings
HOME
Darkness embraced the land as he wrapped himself in the cloak of courage, donned the boots of bravery and the mask of mores.
On that starlit night the gate was lowered, and so the path to freedom anew.
He untethered his mount, waited; sighed and turned back, back to the only place he knew. The place they call – home
(UN)FOCUSED ATTENTION REQUIRED
Poems, prose and
random writings
flicking through my
screen lit life
much to read
in contemplation
with an attention
span of a haiku
PRECIOUS SECRETS
I looked into the crystal ball
a mad eye stared
right back at me
I opened my mouth
so slight
scared to let my breath
escape
the fog so clear
the whispering wind
fearless demons
roamed within
the shadows hide
what not to see
precious secrets of
life-to-be
FORGING BONDS
Forging bonds
immaterial, a
volcanic eruption
of the soul,
the divine hand
whipping the
interstellar cream – hard
TOMORROW MAY STILL COME
No
Iโm too tired to live fast
No
Iโm too old to die young
No
I wonโt be a beautiful corpse
But
Make me a dream
With
Stars and a unicorn
And
Wrap me up warm
In your
Loving embrace
And
Tomorrow may still
Come