I bet you have never thought about answering that icebreaker question, “What is your favourite time of day?” with much thought; To be honest, neither have I, Until very recently. As I come home in the afternoon on Sundays I reminisce about the car ride conversations That I have had, and that I just hadContinue reading “Orange Brick Wall”
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Melancauliflower
If you could describe Sadness, What would she look like? Perhaps, she is the lady in black Holding onto her grievances, Telling herself that she still lives Yet, carries around a carcass Unassuming and unknowing. Perhaps, she is the little girl Who saw her dog pass in her arms, In denial of the accident atContinue reading “Melancauliflower”
Under the Sun
For someone who thinks time goes too fast, It’s going way too slow. The cowardly sun retreats Behind clouds for days, Leaving me here, in bed, Staring at the ceiling Wishing for the day to end. I don’t want to work, It’s raining outside And I can’t bring myself to Put on a customer serviceContinue reading “Under the Sun”
Love is…
Only a fool believes Love is weakness or strength, exclusively. The bane of one’s existence, Blinded by rays of false security, Without admitting it dictates strength, When selfless and honest. Only a fool believes Love can only be between lovers. To remember a special moment And occasionally spoil another, To look back after an argumentContinue reading “Love is…”
Little Boy Pride
Little Boy Pride Makes a name in vain, Eyed by cohorts of envy And classes of shallow lamenters. In rooms of achievement, Silent sneers concealed By his Shadow – Expectation fueled his desire. Anglican choir; still sins remain, Peaks of misgivings And Pride’s bane. Girls’ eyes glint of curiosity, Puppets of greed for stability ToContinue reading “Little Boy Pride”
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