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
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12.31.18A
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
12.26.18
Curt and dry humour Hides undeniable love, But only barely. transit haiku #12
12.19.18
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…
12.13.18
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.
12.10.18
Apples and bananas Comparable by no means; Red and yellow Primary, though different; You and me Opposites attract.
10.14.18
10:34pm Westbound to Kipling “You look clean. Do you go to church? There are many corrupt people in this world. Don’t let them bring out the worst in you. You don’t need all the makeup. I mean, I love it, you look good, but you don’t need it. Don’t worry about getting married, you’re going…
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11.30.18
My head has been sick for a while So my heart has been making the decisions And doing the thinking. She patters in my chest Panicky and frantic when she finds That feelings are rarely logical, and That love isn’t always requited. Hard truths for a softer heart, As my head sleeps my heart works…
11.7.18
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,…
