Archive for July, 2018


I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,–

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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Unchanged

His smile

His eyes

The way he looks

The way he walks

Chuckles and talks

All the same.

His lies

His deceit

The hopelessness

The heartaches

They are all the same too.

Somethings never change

But not me, not anymore.

The Night Sky

Every now and then I stop and look at the stars

Always in awe as if I’ve seen them for the first time

I do wish to see the aurora borealis someday

But the stars, they are like diamonds to me

At 30

She rejoices at being given the years

While most may equate age with fears.

She seems to walk with more flair

As if she’s dancing on air.

Her eyes of brown dance in the sun

A new age, a new decade, has begun.

Gates

Open the gates and you’ll see me waiting

I’m just here.

Too long you’ve kept yourself away

Too long you’ve locked yourself in

Too long you’ve doubted yourself.

It’s time to open up and let yourself free

Open the gates and take my hand.

Terrific

Yes, he was…is

Outstanding

In every way possible

Marvelous

As can be that sometimes I even think he’s unreal.

Tom was unexpected. He was an after thought. He should have been just a quick phase and yet he proved me wrong.

Hard to Write

I wanted to write something for you

I wanted to, just so you’d know.

But I can’t find the right words to say

I choke and I’m dismayed.

But I’ll keep trying like before

Because you are worth writing for.

Out Sick

Hey folks. Sorry about the no post for the past two days. It wasn’t intentional, I was sick. Had to be absent at work (not that I mind shh), and I just didn’t have the energy to do anything.

I’ll make it up soon. Love y’all!

I Am As I Am

I am bitter as I am sweet

I am clutter as I am neat

I am sadness as I am happy

I am darkness as I am sunny

I am madness as I am sane

Loner

I’m not lonely

I’m just a loner.

I love being by myself

Always preferring to be alone.

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