Sometimes you
just need
to put
on the
headphones and
play some
Pink Floyd
or some
Led Zeppelin
cranking the
music up
and remember
when lava
lamps were
a thing
Category: Love
Morning
I love
morning most
when hope
and happiness
slowly trickles
and tickles
and fingers
find flesh
and hands
their home
this quiet
without question
Difference
I don’t
talk about
what I
don’t have
I spend
my time
counting what
I do
and that
little difference
has made
all the
difference that’s
ever mattered
Pleasure
I thought I
would be but
I haven’t been
anything at all
not that this
or anything else
at all mattered
meant or made
me into it
tinker poet lover
or thief I’ve
stolen the better
parts of others
turning them into
things of beauty
to my pleasure
What
What if what
of everything that
you have has
come to you
but not because
you’ve wanted it
but because you
were bright enough
to be found
just what if
all that you’ve
ever was never
even about you
