Category: miscellaneous


Milk and Eggs

Morning…

Breakfast…

Cup and coffee?

How about…

A glass

Warm water

Milk?

Pan…

Stove…

Break and beat

Or boil in water

Hard boiled or maybe scrambled

Ahhhh dream breakfast

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I Didn’t Call

He waited

Or did he?

Tick tock goes the clock

I sat there

Phone on the table

I didn’t want to

Or maybe just couldn’t.

The phone and I sat there

While on the other side, he waited

The Flowers

“Did you like the flowers? “, he asked shyly

I didn’t know how to answer

Flowers were never my thing really

Maybe some tulips would have been better than roses

Chocolates I love but would prefer books anyday

How can I break it to him gently

And say, “these flowers aren’t my thing, but then again, maybe it’s you that I’m not into”

Lipstick Mark

Like a stamp

It sticks and stays

It lingers in my coffee cup.

My femininity, embeded

A mark of my presence

My existence

My being.

Shades of pink, purple, burgundy, black, nude, and red

Shows my mood.

Each mark left behind,

Is a mark of excellence

Wake And Sleep

I woke up and saw it was raining

So I went back to bed and slept again

Love Behind

I found a love in the pages of books

Behind the scenes of movies

Secretly kept between the lines

The Lie

I told a lie

I said I never would

But I did

And he thought it true

So he stopped

And now we’re both feeling blue

Rethinking

There are things I wish I could have done differently

Things I’d like to change sometimes

But deciding not to love you anymore

Was something I didn’t have to rethink at all

I Imagine

I always think, imagine

Lost in thought

Day dream

And wish away some of the days worries

Isolated

Away, away, far from everyone and everything

Alone, contented, happy

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