Words can be beautiful but
Is there anything more beautiful than a blank page?
White, crisp, clean,
You pursue its so-called purpose
and the lovely journal is tainted.
I ripped out three-quarters of the pages
just for the high
Every fresh start is a euphoric burst
And so this trite blurb is ready
To start over.
Thoughtless smiles sting
Like small talk to pass time
Apathetic ticking of a tired clock
Never strains to keep a beat
Just harmonizes with empty banter
Each word resonating uselessly
Abounding with promises of meaning
Echoing back heavy sighs
As much as waking up at seven
To overcome self-doubt
Wonder if you’ll ever have the drive
Or if you’ll fall down backwards
And break like a fragile trinket
More importantly, wondering why
How, you’ve met no one obsessed
Enough to relate.
Perfect skin and smiles
Matching sun-drop tees
Flaunting the cuteness most
in the eyes of wannabes
And you want a peak inside
Just to see if they’re really
as happy as they seem
Who’s to say they aren’t?
Who says you can’t have it all..
Why’s it so easy to laugh and heckle
and comforting to bathe in jealousy?
‘The Good Earth’ made me hungry for Chinese food.
Wang Lung should keep his wang to himself!
Beggars became of his children
And jewels never made O-Lan weep.
like the fade on denim
and the dust trails
kicking off a chevy’s rims.
you’re graceful in the silence
of a morning fog in the forest
where i lost my heart and
found my soul at rest.
After years of “lovin’”
I still don’t know what it means
Who are you to stand there
Like something I once dreamed
I want it, I deserve it
But sometimes I just freeze
Knock off my childish ways
ticklin’ me with honesty.