Monday, June 30, 2014

So many people to be met and remembered.
So many pleasantries to be exchanged.
None to suspire with in contentment.

Friday, June 20, 2014

Version 1:
And they leave
without a trace.

Version 2:
And they leave
without a trace
taking a part of me
with them.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Why. It hurts. To this second and beyond.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Sometimes, people forget to ask questions like "how are you?" in earnestness, to someone who truly needs it (like me and today).

Monday, June 9, 2014

The crab in oneself
that doth walks sideways
be one's great enemy.
Teach'th a lesson,
does time, be chanced,
as the unlearn'd crab 
act'th again.
I saw a man
with kohl-rimmed eyes
and blood red sockets
staring into everything
before him
(in anger perhaps).

Who is he?