November 30, 2016: Little Bits

this is to reflect the chaos of a busy mind
short poems with long thoughts

 

Blank

sometimes I stare at a candle
and take a really long shower
and sit on a spinning chair

sometimes I don’t

The Game
what does unanswered mean to you?
it means nothing to me.

Thinking
Taking a walk in my thoughts
I stumbled upon the terrible idea…
to take a walk in my thoughts

Stranger Danger
if you were perfect
-and a stranger is always perfect-
then let’s open ourselves to inter-
connection
imperfections.

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.

My Favourite Part
again. again. again. again.
rewind.
again.

FOCUS
I can’t seem to focus
do you see this blur?
Can you sharpen the edges for me?
Can you bring it closer to me?
Can you understand it and explain it?
Can you make it go away?

Can you make it stay forever?

November 4, 2013: Just Because

🙂

Can’t say I know who’s reading this
Can’t say I really care who does
Can’t say I know what words you’ll read
Can’t say the words you read will buzz

So why a buzz and not a hum
Why rap when you could sing along
Why write when you won’t say a word
What’s words if they are all used wrong

A question doesn’t need a mark
But marks should always be in doubt
Ask yourself where this is going
Ask what this could be about

What else would you be doing now?
Is time still something you regret?
Why spend hours hearing voices
Of people you have never met

If music plays outside my room
And lyrics all become a blur
I’d step outside to hear the song
And sharpen it just to be sure

Forget that we have never met
Forget about this waste of time
Forget you’ve made a grand mistake
Forget about this silly rhyme

Can’t say I know who’s reading this
Can’t say I really care who does
I warned you not to wrongly word
And wordly wrong I did just… because.

May 9, 2013: Drunk Poetry

oh drunk poetry

this is a first

I can’t believe we’ve never met before

I’m sure  it would have ended well

but right now

in this moment

it’s swell

actually I’m laughing out loud at the sounds of words I’m trying to create

so great

you and me

drunk poetry

we are fate

and I can’t believe your freedom

and my rhyming expertise

has never mated before

okay sure, that is an awkward word to use

I’m amused by the direction I haven’t taken

when I awaken this will be a mess

So as I undress into my pjs

I’m amazed as each sentence I write appears

Like deers in a headlight

I might end it here…

no.

Let’s keep going!

Well I’ll start by saying I’m glad it’s not snowing

And the wind is blowing through my door

I want more of thiss…

Do I want more..

I’m not sure

No let’s not go there it’s not fair to my mind

I may find things I don’t believe in

March 23, 2013: Let’s be Random in this Moment.

Paint strokes smile at you

The colours dance a jig

It’s a merry moment easel-y

Your best art work of pigs

November 4, 2012: Forest Gump.

(Featured Photo: Bench outside the BEST chocolate restaurant in Heidelburg, Germany)

This poem is the king/queen of metaphors and similes. I must say after writing this I quickly fell into vivid dreams.. perhaps my brain was feeding me random images… secretly hushing me to sleep.

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Trip on your way to anywhere
The helping hand will be your greatest friend
Twirl along with dancing scarves
and sing with your eyes wide open
Let your smile breathe in fresh beauty
Count the steps towards beginnings
Where you left from glows with embers
…where you’re going remains wrapped in ribbons

Each second becomes a new adventure
Spun around a bouquet of chocolates

If Forest Gump is a man of his word
And life is like a box of chocolates
Then enjoy the entirety of living sweetly
Bitter Sweet
Too Sweet
You know when done, you’ve experienced a whole and original story
So laugh at nothing funny in particular
Dance when sober, alone, together, apart
And mostly on rooftops in lyrical silence

Stumble around in housecoats and caffeine
Pouring orange juice in your lucky charms
Cry true tears, no frozen fake smiles
Then when the sun dries the puddles
Move on from rain boots and splashes
Leave room in your closet for kind flip-flops
Kiss the soft curves of yourself in the mirror
Then, when ready
Go bump into your perfect opposite

If Forest Gump is a man of his word
And life is like a box of chocolates
Then take your time, let it melt in your mouth
It could have always been much worse.