Here all week – a poem

THE WAY WE FEEL IS HARD TO EXPLAIN AS I PONDER AND WONDER WHY WE WORK IN THESE WAYS THE WAY WE COMMUNICATE, SHOW HOW WE WORK IT MAKES ALL COMPLEXITY SHUDDER AND URK EVERY SNOWFLAKE IS UNIQUE - NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN BUT WHAT IF I SEE THE SAME EVERYDAY? SAME BODY, SAME … Continue reading Here all week – a poem

Love – an ode

Articulation was never the strong suit Of those who fall so intensely in love The stutters and fumbles of a boys pursuit Mimic those of hers, as pure as doves "What's mine is yours" is taken too literally Wouldn't you say? The explanations for greatness are never really truly explained I want to hold you … Continue reading Love – an ode

Just a Ghost

sometimes I wonder if I'm real. If people genuinely don't see me or notice me or even just acknowledge my existence or if I'm actually invisible and there is nothing to notice I wonder if they hear me breathing or even just hear my cries for help and if they choose to ignore me or … Continue reading Just a Ghost