every day
you do some small thing that makes me smile
you don’t even know it
you go about your life completely oblivious
to how you brighten mine
and i will never speak it
but there are tiny bits of you
that make my soul sing
every day
Category: Writing
haiku (ain’t nothing gonna break my stride)
effortlessly done
and easily forgotten
barely a setback
(not really the title of the poem, but it put the song in my head as I worked on it)
(also, yay, we’re halfway through the month!)
communication
Jumbled word salad
An awkward attempt
To understand
To be understood
To share a simple sentiment.
Monkeys slamming typewriters
Somehow stumbled upon Shakespeare
And here I can't simply spit out
A truth that I hide:
I want you.
ghosting, or modern day tactics
maybe it’s complicated
maybe it’s simple
maybe I’ve read too much into it
maybe it’s just what it seems.
we always want the answers
we want to know
the why
the when
the what
the who
the where
the how
understand every facet
analyze every angle
unfortunately, not everything has an answer.
sometimes silence is just silence
and a ghost is just a ghost
because at the end
it meant nothing.
villanelle – not all grow old
remember well not all grow old
learn laughter to keep age at bay
or else learn to embrace that cold
forget all tales that you’ve been told
fear wanes away at close of day
remember well not all grow old
the terrified will always fold
they quit and hide their hopes away
or else learn to embrace that cold
you wish to prove your heart is gold
learn sacrifice and join the fray
remember well not all grow old
you’ll think your dreams have all been sold
if you stall and in one place stay
or else learn to embrace that cold
we all return to dust and mold
and lose ourselves into the grey
remember well not all grow old
or else learn to embrace that cold
mehryment 