Flirt Like Fish

If to be hit on is like fishing

And your money is the bait

Then your lack of personality is the hook

That I am trying to evade

Nothing Is What It Seems

I always love that moment
That sweet moment when I
Realize that the traffic light
Has changed its color for my

Tardiness in life
Seems to come ever so swift
It almost seems
That the green light’s a gift

But that does not mean
That the red light is good
Oh don’t even think
That it has a mood

Because after all
A traffic light is not alive
This is absolutely not
A metaphore for my wife

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On Exams

You sigh as you touch
The ink on your hands
As the water flows
So does your knowledge

On Phone Loss

The fear you feel when you think
That your phone has fallen out of your pocket
Disappears when you realize
That it is safely in the hands of another

On Name Calling

The handmade pillow feels so soft
As your mind slowly drifts away
But only to be returned again
By the loud voice of the teacher

On Train Doors

Mutual feelings of insecurity
As you watch the surrounding passengers
Hoping for someone to step up
To press the button for instant freedom

On Morning Rituals

The shoes are tied
Your weight rests on your legs
The socks fit perfectly
You take your first step

The match has been lost
Your foot rises slightly
You realize when you look down
That the tiny stone has won again

On Tragedy

As you are about to devour that sandwich
Your teeth do not sink into the bread
Its betrayal leaves you longing
For the time when your lip was still intact

On Clothing in Summer

The feeling of relief
How the wind breaths on you
As you try to remove the heat
While looking like a bird

On Unnecessary Pain

Feeling how the chair resists
As it softly shoves across the carpet
You can’t help but wonder
Why the small toe exists