Tired

Exhaustion Becomes a part Of who you are When you are Constantly Trying to do Too much Yawning behind the wheel In the morning Because Sleeping Wastes too much time Social life? Family dinner? Ha! It stops being fun When you schedule everything in Except for time For yourself But yet You can’t stop Because …

I Wonder

I wonder if The world will end soon Sometimes it feels like we are Rocking back and forth On a tight rope Drunk on our successes Giddy Unaware Of any folly Can we please Step back Onto the platform Sit down Sober up From this surreal experience The epiphany is Like a sledge hammer of …

You Know

You know It’s bad When they won’t Tell you When they tell you Everything When they tell you That they can Never tell anyone When I tell them Mine When I tell them It takes time That the telling Will finally bring the story To its end But They are not ready yet.

Garbage

We are one With everything Take the blindfold Off You don’t have to Wear it anymore When one survives We all thrive Try drinking bleach Some day Because How could you not Care Except we Numb ourselves To the reality We should not drink Poisonous lies It kills the spirit And if we Don’t stop …

A Sunny Afternoon

A sunny afternoon Wondering through The forest A new one An old feeling Finding A secret bluff Where the sky opens up The whole world to see And dragonflies dance Magic fairies They hypnotize A hawk swoops On a strong breeze Look up Look across the peninsula At white fluffy clouds Like balls for snowman …

Blank

What is it about Blank paper That makes it So terrifying? That perfect white Flawless page Dare not Let an inky blemish Touch its surface Speechless Wordless Pen hovering Like a threatening knife Dare I? Mar the empty Void by Throwing letters Ideas at it What could be More beautiful Than the sacred Blank page.

Puncture

I am so so tired But there is too much to do It never gets all done Hopefully today Won't be the day That I Puncture My sanity.