I had a cup of coffee late afternoon and I can sense it crawling beneath my veins.
The fire caught on with me. • At first I didn’t pay any heed It was far away For me to even care. • I tried ignoring the flames As they burned every solid thing down It spread, I did not expect this I walked on Instead. • The fire was on my steps It…
Life is exactly that moment where you wait for a train.
Still figuring it out
A quickie poem by the lazy.
What she saw changed her.
When you are moody…
A cynic’s truth.
Dear Brain. stop being moody.