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They Come to Me When Things Are Still
They come to me when things are still
And leave me without choice to hear
The things I've heard and know too well
Of tired topics,
To be clear
I, myself and just the ears
Without chance to think, or speak
It seems all I do is overhear
Their endless banter of
Self critique
Seldom, do I have a moment
For myself
Today, for instance
Was particularly loud
Who...
Friday 22nd January 2021 3:05 am
The Walls We Built
I could not reach you
But how I sought to
How desperately I longed
To belong to you
But the walls between us
The ones you built
Stood far too strong
And far too tall
For me to reach
Oh, but how I tried
How relentlessly I cast my bleeding hands
Against the jagged rocks and stones
That kept me from you
Lost,
Alone
But how I tried
And I wait...
Friday 22nd January 2021 2:32 am
Different This Time
Pick and choose it
Place it
Move it
It's so beautiful-
Isn't it beautiful?
I spin it and
Twist it
Flip it upside down
This way is better
I like this much better
Pull it
Shape it
Hold it together and
Tape it
I can make it
So much better
This Time
I watch it and
Play it
Over and over again
No-
Change it
Arrange it
Won't ...
Monday 18th January 2021 2:56 am
A poet's sleepless night
I find myself yawning again and again,
But I can't sleep, which is a real pain.
I lie on my left side, then on my right,
But, for me, there is no sleep in sight.
Next, I turn and lie flat on my back,
But, of any sleep, there is still a lack.
I lie there, looking up at the ceiling:
Pretty drained, is how I am feeling.
I wish my system would just slow down,
But, through my mind, th...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 8:24 am
longing.
my frail hands reach for you,
my heart possibly reaching too.
you are my felicity,
the feelings you strike inside me stronger than electricity.
I truly do love you,
but I'm scared you won't stay true.
nevertheless, I still want us to have a everlasting rendezvous.
Saturday 3rd February 2018 5:03 am
In Mood For Marlowe and Shakespeare
While Poetry Unplugged was off schedule for a couple of weeks, I took the time to produce some experimental material for my performance on the big comeback night. As difficulty coming up with fluent end rhymes has always been my biggest restriction in writing poetry in my second language, I decided to seek help from a rhyming dictionary. It turned out to be a brilliant idea; I was excited, like...
Friday 7th September 2012 4:26 pm
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