But aren’t I more than A fountain to be drained; A path to be travelled; A heart to be broken; And a place for rest? Advertisements
Open hearts, open arms, open relationships Closed minds, closed eyes, closed off Stay calm, stay warm, stay away Come home, come here, come back Love this, love that, love them Hate this, hate that, hate them Hold hands, hold faith, hold on Quiet night, quiet room, quiet down Speak truth, speak love, speak up
Curt and dry humour Hides undeniable love, But only barely. transit haiku #12
My little heart Bumps into walls, Drop things, and Knocks on doors Too hard. Confused, she patters Then picks up the pace; Suprised by simple things, Like kindness. In love, She ponders passionate Possibilities, So much so, my brain reminds her It is She who does the thinking. Though in love, Both are at a…
I feel our tongues Never touch For something is left At the tip of them— Words unsaid. So instead, We talk in circles Tying knots around eachother Anything easier than Admitting love Or sharing truth.
Apples and bananas Comparable by no means; Red and yellow Primary, though different; You and me Opposites attract.
The entries below are purely fiction. 9.14.20 I like the colour grey. The more and more it rains, the more and more I like the colour grey. It’s funny how different the city looks when it rains. All the pedestrians take out their umbrellas, and from my balcony they look like little, multi-coloured Pac Men,…
Share your warmth and love, But know that Flies are attracted to bright things. And the Sun has fans and friends But not lovers. Call it “intimidating,” Her warmth is amazing, But her skin melts bodies.