Month: July 2018

Can I play
With the
Other kids too?

You’re
A myth
To me

Who says
Wanting a life like
That of others
Is something
To be ashamed of?

Nothing looks
Familiar anymore
Because I expect
To see you there
And you are not

The rear tire
Didn’t have any

The people I’ve
Always wanted to be with
Never stood still
Long enough
For me to
Know
Them

And I can hear
Each and every
One of them
And I am
Jealous

You keep saying
How I’m a good person
For doing the things
I did and still do–
How come
You’re the only one
Telling me this?
Is it really true?

Sometimes
Curiosity wanders where
It’s never been before
Or arrives
Where it’s never
Been expected to be
And one realizes–
“I’ve been asleep until now”

When is the sunshine enough
Once one knows of stars?
When is solitude enough
Once one sees a child
As he stares into his mother’s eyes?
Why can words cut deeply
But are never blunt enough to crack an icy heart?
Or is the metaphor just too weak?