I’ll try harder next time

I’m afraid today’s poem won’t be much good. The sun on my skin Is making me far too happy, And I keep accidentally saying ‘Good morning’, ‘Hello’, and ‘Good day’ to the people who walk by. I tried coming outside To be inspired by my loneliness, But I’m afraid I’m more inspired By the green,…

Not exactly art inspiring

Today I went to the shops. Yep, that’s it… Not exactly art inspiring. That’s why the poems Are getting shorter; I’m afraid Buying milk doesn’t exactly Aid me in my existential search for meaning- It does help me make my coffee, though, Which- I hate to admit- I think I prefer.

Feelings are good inspiration

Feelings are good inspiration, But I do not write such poems To declare my days and Tomorrows to be riddled with More ‘hell’ than yours- But, I suppose, Some words have more than one meaning; Most people have more than One demon, I’m just happy to Wade through the fiction For us both, Hopefully finding…

It’s called sarcasm, dear

I didn’t get a chance to write today- I was too busy sweeping the Floors of my chambers- Although I did leave a few cobwebs, Just for inspiration. I tried to find the spiders To invite them to dinner, But I think they abandoned me With the rest of humanity- Why, oh why?   I…

Doomed, You Say?

To whoever said I was doomed: Thank you, ‘Cause I think you’ll find I am, And it was So Helpful to learn it early on. Now, Stop your worrying and tell me: Would you like one serving Of self-deprecation Or two? Since you’ve freed me from my own Self-reflection, I think you’ll find I have…