Wereworker
When you are not around,I turn into a wereworker. I pounce on the cabinetAnd up on the files,Romp on the keyboardAnd jump on the tiles. I chew away the keys,When I look for a cloud,And drench in the rainOf my miserable crowd. Graze on the
Category Archives: English Poetry
Observant
Throw me into the worldTo notice little things,From the throbbing of my heartWhen I go silent with the wind. To the nooks that hideCobwebs in my room,And the walk that drivesMy legs out of the gloom. While the moon seeksRespite from the clouds,The sun rides
Nonage
Rent me a place in your childhood,I wish to witness your lifeTake form as you growOld as you are now,And I want to hold you tightAfter every little fightYou had with lifeTrying to figure outWhy some things never panned outWhen they worked out in your
Power is Control
Power is control –A shard of mythThat you think you own,But you are a marionetteDangling at fate’s behest.You think you moved?You are pushed.You think you are quiet?You have been silenced.Think you have spoken?You have been forced to scream –A painful bellow,You have been marked yellowFor
The Gardener
When the dawn came,And the sun blamed,He plodded through the hallway lonelyDragging his weight toward the gateThat opened to his garden slowly. Jumped in joy,To find the coyThat patiently awaited his eyes –Spring had comeAnd the birds had sungA song he had wanted to try.
The Human Condition
All my life you had me believe,I had a condition – You can’t do this,You can’t do that.You can’t be him,You can’t be you.Must walk straight,You can’t run wild,Don’t stand there!Why do you slouch?You don’t know things,Should’ve known by now.You can’t keep up,You are way
Epitaph
I write,So I don’t forget,I write,So I don’t have to remember,For I have these pagesHolding the present,The past and the future.These bits and piecesThat go missing in an ocean of words.A ripple that I don’t cause,A whirlpool that takes it all –It dissolves like salt
Sunshine
Every morningSun breaks into my window,Lighting up all the dark cornersOf my room,Showing me hope,Smiling,Wearing the brightest light,And I caress it gentlyTo relish its taste,Looking right at it,Disarming it with impaling eyes,Seeing through it,Like I know how to read books,Let alone read people.I catch a
Workaholic
Ready to cut inAn empty mindThat tries to rest in peace,There always is a daily grindThat keeps you on your knees. But when you like your chore,You can’t get bored,You are working all the time,You are waddling throughEvery list you made,As they squabble and unwind.
Dark Structures
Cold buildings,Towering tall,No privacy By the window.Large boards,Blank spaces,Empty hearts,Corporate machinesCharging robots every night.Hear! Hear!Prepare!For another day of tedium.No one knowsWhere they are going,Though they know Where they are coming from.Bleak lobbies,Painted walls,Missing art,Misplaced hearts.Spruced rooms,Grimy insides,Long tables,Scarce foodCoach you to Eat in solitude,Teach you