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.

Haiku # 2 – Poem

Little to no sleep

Three cups of coffee later

Faster beats the heart

Haiku #1

The train starts to crawl

Through the tin trees whistling 

Tracks into the mist

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

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Abandoned

Young soul – abandoned

Childhood, never pardoned 

Like a forgotten suitcase, left

Of parental love, bereft

Personally packed, carefully held

Thrown – onto the baggage belt

Traveled tens of thousands…

Tired

Time left to claim

Expired

The others – beautiful and cared for
Love-packed to their core

But the unopened lock – a token

Of unrequited love, truly

Heartbroken

Clothes never to be worn

For this suitcase, no one to mourn

Filled, like an overflowing bucket

Emptied, by those who struck it

Destined for the belt – a painful frown

The zipper breaks, condensation pours down

An unremorseful stop, no more spinning around

The sinkhole appears – no more ground

Lake

The lake, taken

Prisoner by man

-made plastic prisons

Plastic cells gave

Plastic smells

Turned plastic taste

Into plastic waste

Now the plastic cell

As by plastic spell

Created a plastic lake

Out of this plastic plague

Freedom

I’m trapped

My feet are stuck 

They need to be freed

I am lazy

To use my hands?

No need

I’m practical

Shoes are taken off

With my feet

With a Grain of Salt – Poem

If dating you is like eating
And your offensive humor is the spilled salt
Then the ruined dish is the certainty
That me breaking up with you
Is completely your fault

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

Should It Be More Fruity?

The concept of paternity leave

Should be more fruity

Perhaps it should be called

Mango