yes, this one’s sarcasm too

Excuse me, but the sun is sinking and I must bid you farewell And crawl back into my cave Of parchment and torment; The walls are covered in the Graffiti of my innermost Desires and regrets, And every night I lie surrounded, Reading and re-reading Every terrible line, Every spelling mistake And bad punctuation. It’s…

frayed around the edges

I can see clouds in the sky… They’re shaped like me and you; Frayed around the edges and slowly drifting apart.

dear diary III

Dear Diary, Someone else mentioned they’d  Read my poem today. It made me happy that they’d taken The time to do so. But then, They did not tell me what they thought- Not even a simple compliment. No, They asked me if I was ok …  

the city doesn’t care

The city has a story to tell. Rumour has it you do too, But I’m afraid you won’t always Be around to tell it. Sure, you can feel tall and mighty Watching beetles on the pavement, But riddle me this: I was once 11, Now I’m 21; Soon I’ll be 31, Then 101…   Look…

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,…