Has begun garnering
simply by how she adds flavor
to days of a seemingly slanted stance
Each time I attempt to speak
In a senseless funk all vowels descend
As she passes a series of
Reserved yet, callous glances
Though hidden remain their meanings
for this reason alone
in silence passionately I suffer
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 9, 2013
Clockwork
Usually, the option
of social interaction
Is rarely honored
amongst my list of activities
For years such
strange behavior has been
Quite the cause to
raise concern
Amidst the bowels of
concentration, I rest
Observing the soft
exchange
Of vowel upon
meaningless vowel
No relations or
interests composed
To identify and
sympathize
with a colorful sea
of strangers
May add colour to all
that might
Be missing in my life
Yet, in a constant of
fear I live
Running…
Just running…
Whilst striving to
fathom
The clockwork of
relationships
Feb 1, 2013
Digest
To much surprise,
with great truculence I was met
Of all things I had
expected our conversation
To be predictably
simple
Oddly enough some
personal relations
Had surfaced within
the discussion
Relations of which
were difficult to digest
Finances, virginity,
vehicular independence and so forth
Why should such
issues be the subject of immediate scrutiny?
And why should I
favor opinions I detest?
Then I said to
myself:
“This is the time for reinvention.”
“This is the age to make a difference.”
“This the year to familiarize what is rare.”
And on I carried…
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