A slow turtle, with a heavy back.
Wanted to sprint like the dotted cat.
He was sad because he didn't know his limits,
Devastated after seeing the results of his speed per minute.
Poor turtle knew a little about himself
Grew up among cheetah, thinking he was one self.
Speed was thing where he wanted to be the best.
Without even enjoying the process itself.
Sunday 12th June 2022 7:31 am
If you asked
what my heart
I would say;
half is pain.
If you said
love was dead,
Clear your head,
break the shell.
It's called pain,
caused by words.
Cant blame it,
bred to kill.
Sad but true,
both the halves...
Friday 14th October 2016 6:11 am
your hand rests
on the edge
of the kitchen table
there is no
only the light fading
like the slow
leaking of breath
an apple sits
on the counter
soft lines curving
into the white
shadow of the wall
we take the curtain
turning like a page
in restless sleep
and the sound
of the rain
murmurs cold against
Friday 3rd October 2014 9:30 pm
The teachers told him not to dream too big,
That his talents lay somewhere other than Arithmetic,
That English would never be so kind,
As to reveal its secrets to his young mind,
That History was better served,
By someone who could steer its curves,
That Science was a distant star,
So he shouldn't try to reach too far.
Maybe because he was so slow,
He didn't listen to them blow,
Friday 27th June 2014 8:08 am
Living life at
Speed, if you blink,
You will miss it, thundering
Down the road to hell, thinking
This is not the Promised Land, since
You wanted something cooler, never
Planning an afterlife of flames,
A somewhat hottish heaven.
I found the way by going
Slow, do everything
At 33 instead
Sunday 13th October 2013 12:57 pm