Trapped in my mind
With limited time
My life is what I make it
But if I keep faking it
Will I still make it?
It’s a sad song from a blue bird
This carrot in our faces
Happiness
Always dangling a few inches away
Always the dog chasing his tail
You cannot just grab it
It has to come find you
But until then
Circles
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
