Three A.M. is when
all the quiet things
become loud —
the drip in the sink,
that clock on the wall,
our hearts, our minds.
Tap dance
Author: a dancer of typewriter keys.
Happenstance?
Sometimes what we believe as coincidence is really just getting ourselves caught in an angel
Unveiled
Much poetry happens in the silence
Deprecated
Age is like the latest version of a software — it has a bunch of great new features but you lost all the cool features the previous version had.
Porch swing thoughts
A cloudless plain blue sky is like a flowerless garden.
Everywhichway
Sometimes I feel like I’m going nowhere, in opposite directions.
Winsome, losesome
Love isn’t just blind
but also stupid —
lobotomy by arrow
bullseye, Dr Cupid!
Symptomatic
A maltreated body will cry out in symptoms.
Fragmental
all my poems are starts
they begin but never end
yet do they abandon me
or do i abandon them?
Morning routine
Breathe, thank, pray, rise,
Marrow
Poetry is the dancing skeleton of
Stress management
Reducing stress is all about priorities, attitude, discipline, and willingness