I’m running home, I think
I see the box!
“Don’t rush to open,
that could break a piece…
Now, time to see
the marvels it unlocks.”
A moment to
appreciate in peace.
It’s the little things
that make me happy:
Like when experiencing
perfumes new,
As if I’m the
exotic traveler
Collecting treasures
to present to you
From boxes in
a mail delivery.
Tag: creative-writing
Oakmoss Electric
The sound waves fill the room
and I hit hard
Manipulating
the Electric
Releasing feelings as
guitar strings bend
My heart speaks musically
I have no choice
I close my eyes
and disappear
The things I couldn’t say before
have voice
My fingers slide to
make emotions bend
Yes, it is
joyfully orchestric
And I’ll know after
all the neighbors heard
Cinnamon-y
Already, everybody knows?
who told?
I played it off
as if it’s no big deal.
But news had not a chance
of growing old.
I didn’t know
they cared…
It’s different, and in
quite a special way.
These smiles that I hide
inside are real;
I didn’t know
I’d be the king today.
Co-Macerating
I hoped you would come
Laughter’s the best medicine
Happy going home
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