It’s hard to find
The good in people
When goodness itself is
Based solely on trust
If we can’t believe
Yet ridicule our poorest
Begging for scraps how
Can we ever trust
Others looking for love
Category: Friendship
Apps
I no longer rely
On apps to introduce
Me to others apps
Have agendas and promotions
Promises and false hopes
Like attending a masquerade
Ball one is never
Certain to whom you’re
Speaking not just how
They look but who
They are we have
Become a liars society
Where truth has become
As rare as love
Candles
I awoke so happy
Like my twelfth birthday
When the perfect cake
Was placed before me
And the lit candles
Harbingers of my wishes
Eyes closed and blowing
Would certainly come true
That’s how I felt
Today knowing they had
MonkeyBars
You know that moment
When you just know
That gurgle those butterflies
You know but don’t
And you hesitate right
Before what is it
That makes you go
A kiss is nothing
More than monkey bars
At once on top
With no down below
Beneath just you and
There and then then
UntilThen
I saw you last
Night again last night
Not really met you
But certainly saw you
Sitting across from me
Just sitting here talking
And somewhere between work
And life between cereal
And juice it happened
The normal cadence of
Things when two things
Only know one thing
And that thing happens
I will meet you
One day until then
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 