You’re from my past.
I know.
Do you remember much of me?
Only that you were shy.
You’ve changed.
Don’t we all?
Yes – thank goodness.
Do you want to go for coffee?
You’re from my past.
We’ve established that.
I hate my past – bye.
#ProjectInspiredPoetry
Haiku of Care
His heart had chambers:
two for all his love and care;
two for his heartbreaks.
Tea Parties
This little girl has a story:
She grew up in a dark world,
But was surrounded by pinks
And soft pastel colours,
Barbie dolls and tea cup sets,
Clothes for princesses,
A tiara to top it off.
It was the perfect facade…
Pink reminded her of blood –
And pastel was the colour of happiness she hated…
Barbies were her mother,
And tea cups symbols of oppression.
Princess clothing – a mocking gesture to the world,
And a tiara – the final broken halo of goodness.
She cast her spells
(curses – that sort of thing)
And sprinkled her glitter.
(cyanide – looked like weird snow!)
She baked everyone cookies
(filled with rat poison)
and even gave her neighbours gifts!
(bombs – strong enough to damage, but not kill)
She was the sweetest girl,
She was happy too!
Can we blame her then
For living happily?
His destiny
He’s going to be a great
Dad one day.
He has that
je ne sais quoi
about him
with his weird loving ways
and his ability to love effortlessly,
purely with a sprinkle of fun.
This is a recession
It’s a recession people!
If I run out of words
just know that I
A Shot
grab the liquor!
poor it out;
let me taste the poison
let it run through me!
it heats me up inside
the fuel to my fire.
I cannot stop…
give me more…
yes
numbness
I feel alive when I feel dead
give me more!
pour it out!
here! put it in here!
it’s so blurred
things are so clear!
I think I love you
another shot
tequila!
YES
feel it slip down
it burns
I feel the demons escape
the noises are silenced.
I cannot feel
but I feel everything
the truth slips out like
the shots slip down.
burning me up.
leave me alone!
let me cry!
I need more…
I need more…
I don’t want to wake up…
POUR IT INTO MY HANDS
I NEED A DRINK
senses
your overwhelming senses
radiate past my eyes
feel through my body
caress my ears
make me taste sweetness
inhale your scents
as you cruise down
down to the life
let the wind rush
as the sun smiles
and the air twirls
touching your tasty
slice through hearts
bursting desires
are you a sin
or are we sinners
for staring
Since the beginning
I’ve seen the way you look
look at me…
Through the corners of my eyes.
You have nice eyes.
I like your hair too…
You’re really smart,
Maybe this is the start
of something greater…
If you feel the same way –
We could be?
Us.
Me + You.
The missing piece to my life –
Well, not missing, just found.
Found at a time so unexpected.
We could grow old
Together!
Share the stories – you and I!
Us.
Maybe?
Someday?
I’ll wait.
I’m patient you know.
I’ll wait forever…
And more.
A 21st Century Truth
Isn’t it weird how she sits?
So quietly with a book.
She doesn’t say much, doctor.
Could you please make her okay?
Madam, I’m afraid I cannot help.
She has a severe case of being unique.
It’s rare, but fatal.
It will cause her to suffer…
People will criticise her and mock her.
She’ll have few friends, if not none.
Oh no! My poor girl…
There must be something,
Something you can do!
She’s my only.
I understand, all I can do is kill her passion.
Back in the day it worked.
They used to make people work,
Doing jobs they hated…
They were paid terribly,
Taxed heavily too.
The poor got poorer;
The rich got richer.
Please! Kill her passion!
All it takes is a day,
A day in the life of a 21st Century Adult…
Haiku of Parenthood
Maybe not so soon…
Oh well the baby is out!
Might as well be good.
Mr Individualist 