one more drop

just one more drop

of feelings

I am a bottle

and I’ve been shooken

just one more drop

and I’ll explode


The procrastinator

It’s very easy to procrastinate,
To do things ’till it’s almost late.
To have fun I don’t hesitate,
But to do work, I will wait.

There are oh so many distractions,
creating temporary satisfactions.
They have immediate attractions,
but they are foolish actions.

Oh look, oh look, a notification,
and thus begins more procrastination.
I’d have more productivity with decapitation.

So how shall I solve solve this mess?
It’s quite bad, I must confess.
It causes me much distress.
I need to procrastinate less.

I say that I’ll do it tommorrow
The next day, same excuse I borrow.
It creates a small bit of sorrow.
But alas, I shall fix this problem today,
and then procrastinate tommorrow!

untitled feelings

reading through our old messages

feeling the highs and the lows

pretending that I’m talking to you again


our witty banter

and sly remarks

our innuendos


I told myself that I was over you

I lied

I cried


I want to see you again

touch you

touch me


no need to drink

you’re intoxicating

one sip is never enough

The weather in my eyes ( another old-ish poem)

My eyes are the clouds
from which the rain falls.
I do not know
when the sky shall clear up.

Sometimes the sky is cloudy,
sometimes it’s sunny.
Sometimes there are storms,
sometimes there are droughts.

They say we can’t control the weather
but should just be prepared
for whatever comes.
So I take cover.

Do I hide from the weather?
Or just let it pass?
I don’t know how long it’ll last.

Right now I’m in the eye of the storm.
It’s watching me closely.
With every move I make,
the winds change direction.
I’ll need shelter, I’ll need protection.

The weather is in my eyes,
and my heart.
I hope when it’s rough,
nothing is torn apart.

What you do to me ( a poem I wrote several years ago)

Oh what you do to me,
how you make me sad.
It cancels out those times,
the good times we’ve had.

I want to cry myself to sleep
But you’re not worth my tears.
The way you affect me
is one of my fears.

You’re the mistake I make
time and time again.
When will I learn?
Can’t wait until then.

Do you do this on purpose?
Or do you not know?
What you do to me.
Oh no, the woe.

Are you for real?
I think you’re fake.
You never give,
you only take.

You’ve tested the strength,
the strength of my heart
multiple times
you have torn it apart.

My mind realizes what you are
how you take my heart far.
You take it, and break it
and leave me a scar.

Oh, what you do to me.
Were you only a fantasy?
From you, my friend
I wish to be free.

a checkmark on facebook

I know you’ve seen my message

but you don’t reply

and I wonder why

Am I bothering you?

Have I fucked this up,

just like everything I do?


How is it,

that one little symbol

can cause me so much confusion?


Roller coasters

I was always afraid of roller coasters

and now my emotions have become one.

Can I just scream and enjoy the ride?

I’m trying.

But what happens when I lose my voice or my lungs get tired?

Is the seat belt saving me, or just strapping me down?

I wish I had someone to sit next to me while I ride,

but that would be selfish.