Revenge of the Apple

The apple was returned to its core

Due to your need to eat

But the apple’s revenge

Will forever remain between your teeth

Don’t You Think It’s Great To See All Those Travel Pictures? Yeah, Me Neither

You travel and travel
And you can’t wait to find
That one special thing
You so deliberately left behind

I need to find myself
Is the most common phrase
But you have left yourself at home
The moment you parted ways

You won’t find yourself out there
So don’t even bother
Because the only things you will find
Are the footsteps of another

You are not the first
And, most certainly, not the last
Who tries to travel
To erase their past

And then you have truly lost
That one part which makes you you
Just because you couldn’t handle
The fact that the phrase is not true

And now your pictures will be the judge
Let’s see if there is anything left to defend
Did you travel for a good reason
Or just because it’s a trend

 

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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

A Poem About Social Media

As I dry my hands

With the pages of books

I get my knowledge

From paper towels

On Creating Color

What was bought with such ease
And grown with such care
Rots away in your fridge
But to look you don’t dare

On Moving On

Softly pushing away the hand
Which has pulled you so dearly
Only to pull the hand
Which will push you so softly

On Mouse Laughter

As you glare down
Your fingers are moving
Words are created
Sentences are made

The tapping sound
Reassures you falsely
For the screen is waiting
But the deadline is not

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