I wish
I wish that I was someone else
someone lucky by chance
or just somebody
that had another life
reborn clean and new
unaffected by life's tricks
I wish that I was someone else
maybe some young lover
awakened by that first kiss
or some brave explorer
stumbling across some
new species of butterfly
I wish that I was someone else
perchance a wealthy man
with servants hanging on
the slightest wish
anyone
except myself would do
We Are All Walking Down Our Hallways
In an office I was waiting
and saw the expected
a glimpse
a speck
the smallest crack of another framework
curiously i pondered
what does he do,when moved out of view
what does he think
or say
or do
is he just an average suit passing by
not expecting...one would ponder just for a moment
what does he do when moved out of view
what does he think ,or say,or do?
Don’t Be That Guy
*Rattles* Thump. *Rattles*
The drawer in the kitchen cabinet refused to budge. The last resort would be to break it open. It couldn't be ignored,there was much to be done. Shards of wood everywhere would please no one however. Maybe just a knock or two in the right places,it had always been fidgety. A pause,a sizing up the situation,a staring at red oaken tracings of leaves. Another long jangle and firm shake. Nothing.
The roommate walks in,and notices a cabinet staredown
"That drawer again?"
The only reply was a look of
forlorn indignation.
"It just needs the magic touch,here let me give it a go."
The drawer opens instantly to reveal its bare and empty state.
"I suppose I should have mentioned I used all the fairy
potion at my last yoga class.
I don't even think it worked."
*sighs*
"I'LL GET MORE LATER."
The shrouded character slunk off dejectedly towards his room.
misguided
there comes a point
in time
when uncomfortable
is the only feeling.
your skin is pulled
too tight,
your hair seeps
from its french braids,
and your innocence
falls like tears.
the mirror is a lair
and yet it’s all you
trust in.
but if you
insist
on covering your skin,
hiding behind hair,
and crying until
your vision blurs,
then cry because
of laughter;
hide behind
your hair
when you’re
afraid to let
him see your
‘falling-in-love’
grin;
and bury
the old you
beneath your bones
and let who you
want to be
show through
every inch
of you.
