Mellow moments…

A peaceful companion

I find in myself.

Today’s woes are slipping away.

Smoke drifts through the air.

A forgotten warm beer.

Mary-Jane takes her place,

centre stage.

 

 

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Lost soul…

 

Lost.

The path has blurred.

Busy hands occupying time,

while thoughts wander.

Rebuilding life

around the emptiness

she left behind…

How?

A pipe full of courage

gives the illusion of strength,

while the smoke blows in the wrong direction.

A shattered soul

clings to the numb.

Terrified of a reality

built upon the ashes

of devastation.

Broken hearted,

and lost.

 

 

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Sleep tight…

bedtime

The wrong side of bed

is where I started today.

I woke up in a grump,

and grumpy I’ve stayed.

I waited all night

for a non-showing guest,

listening out for his car

deprived me of rest.

Now it’s nighttime again

and I’m ready to snore.

Bedtime is here,

I’ve got dreams to explore.

 

 

 

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Lifes time…

 

High time flies by

in wasted minutes.

A blur was yesterday.

Today will vanish into air

Tomorrow is already here.

 

 

 

 

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