Thursday, February 28, 2013


Why be angry?
Or sad?
Or even think about wanting things

Since you're not even mine to begin with.

I have no rights.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

go easy on me

standing alone

in an empty nest

in seas of men
each with purpose
and with extra mouths
to share the bread

there's only so much
this smile could seal
breaking, falling, picking up the pieces again
hanging on moments 
of hope
making the best of each one
to keep going
till the next fall

it's like the in between
body being somewhere
the soul elsewhere

silently, shyly,
this small voice begs
go easy on me