poem

What do I like?

The little things in life

The oil, the butter, the things that go into the making of the egg roll

The little things

The sound of the radio in the morning

Little acts of kindness

The little details in a painting

The sound of the Batmobile

The Domino’s of pizza

The temperature inside a movie theater

The tenderness of roast chicken

The smoothness of gears

The company of down-to-earth people

The sound of silence

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Three days

Three days is not a long time if you think about it

But three days is what I’ve been through

Three days, I cannot forget

Three days, they haunt me, they keep me awake at night

Like a weight on my chest, three days pull me down

Three days, I wept without hope

Three days, I could not cope

Three days is a nightmare, get it out of my head

Three days is what made me fall

Three days is all it takes to loose it all

The inspiration for writing this poem came from loosing internet connectivity for three days.  Tragic events like these tend to pull us down heavily. But it is our job to pull ourselves back up.  For more poems based on loss and depression checkout, “Goodbye, Xbox” and “HR dept., a house of lies” by Curiosity. 

*The author shall not be held responsible for trauma/heartache

The adult

I’ve been having second thoughts about growing up. So I wrote a poem.

 

It feels like something’s missing

It feels like somethings gone

It feels like I don’t belong

I don’t know when this darkness came

Ice cream doesn’t taste the same

That’s a lie

Ice cream tastes great

Especially the ones with Oreos in them

Things suddenly feel okay

Poems are gay

I am not

It’s ok to be gay

Anyway

Time for beer