Special – Poem

Be special, in your

own little ways and

by nobody’s rules but

your own.

Because to be special

is something that

doesn’t need to be

said, but can only

be shown.


This Cafe – Poem

I sit alone

Like a flower in a bouquet, squeezed

Together with other fruit laptops,

Fresh haircuts and heart-shaped coffees, pleased


As the conversations are as casual as

A bee’s hum buzzing into my ears, even better

It is an improved silence, adjusted

To fit my mood, as it fits the weather


Comfort overwhelms me, as I listen

This community, this cafe, everyone

Alone, yet together