Facade
As the crow sings
my eyes clasped shut
The wind breeze feels angelic somehow
I suppose I am a writer
An artist even
And maybe a philosopher?
Oh, now I’m lying, aren’t I?
I am just me
Not my name
Not my soul
I am just me
I am my heart
That beats and beats
Till the bits of love flow out
Into my body
I shall dance and dance
Till my feet are numb
And my body falls to the ground
As I enter
My soul shall be covered in beautiful green ivy
The sun glistens as I seep gently through
Life, Love, Betrayal
I suppose love is many things
Heartbreak. Joy. Betrayal.
I suppose love is different for many people,
the only thing we have in common is we search for love
We search for it in every little thing
No matter how much time has passed
We believe love is a person, but what if
that person leaves? What then?
Do you love again? Do you move on?
I don’t really know the answer myself.
All I do know is that love is a gift.
We should cherish it as life itself.
Simplicity
Maybe that’s the thing
about humans
Were meant
for simple things
Like writing poetry in bed,
Sipping our coffee
in a coffee shop
Listening to DVDs
instead of Spotify,
Humans are meant for
simplicity.