Radio Waves

I listen to the radio a little too loud

I sing out of key and get lost in a sound

And when a rhyme meets a beat

Makes a wave –

Crashes down

I am lost in the song

and fall in love as I drown.



Procratination’s Finest

My dear friend, Procrastination prefers the finer things in life. In fact, anything that isn’t up to par – Procrastination won’t give an ounce of time! What a privilege to call this friend mine…

The last I saw Procrastination, we mulled over so many wondrous ideas. Procrastination’s riveting reveries and clever anecdotes had my mind spinning! Our conversations are always so stimulating.

Oh! And the way Procrastination’s eyes turn golden and bright, as brilliant ideas come to mind, like stars illuminating the dark night sky… Unfortunately we got so sidetracked through such delightful exchange in blissful reminisce, by the time we were ready to put thoughts into motion, Procrastination unexpectedly had to attend to some business. To say I was disappointed is a major understatement, but I find some comfort in Procrastination’s promise of “another day”.

Another day passes.

Then another day.

And some other days later…

I have voicemails filled with empty promises of plans and envelopes with harsh return stamps! I can’t imagine what it must be like to be so busy all the time. I realize Procrastination only pursues the finer things in life. Should I be offended, by the blatant delay of response and the toll this has ultimately taken on our friendship? Am I wasting my days trying to earn Procrastination’s attention?!

I heave a heavy sigh, for I have never been very fond of goodbyes. I am afraid I can’t wait another day longer.

In a final letter, I write with a fine point pen filled with red ink to you, Procrastination, who was once my dear friend. I suspect you now see little value in my offering of friendship, and with grave discontent and a tinge of regret, I bid you farewell. I imagine you have found another who’s worth your time spent. I’m saddened by the notion but what can you expect… when Procrastination is at its finest?


The Mist



Crawling through

The mist

Making my way

Towards you

Fear induced


Abrasive and


The closer I get

My metamorphosis


Your demeanor unchecked



Why can’t you see?

You are a reflection of me

And I, of you

Stuck in the mist –

A mess

Will we ever get through?



Unrequited Self Love



A love letter

Check yes or no

Her heart must decline

Longing for a love lost

Can’t set the clock to rewind

Her body lives and breathes for her existence

No greater love alive

Caught in a self-woven web of shame and guilt

A lovelorn state of mind

As a sapling she was nourished

So delicate and divine

Obscurity a friend of hers –

A friend she can no longer find

Isolation to escape and

A lovesick state of mind

To think it all starts with a letter

Kiss my soul




Common Senses



Speak to me

Not select parts

That deem me ‘weak’

Hear me

When I speak

And when I say,

“I am okay”

It’s not a facade

To find peace

In the face of adversity

See me

Not my confines

But the living soul within

In a world where

There is no definitive definition

Open your eyes to possibility

Feel me

My heart beats

Just the same as yours


Your words

Before you speak

The unequivocal “cure”

Lay in the scope of society


And as the wheels go round

Life goes on



Paper Cut

Sweet sadness

Paper and plastic

Devour me, Hole


Consume me,


And time


Rule me

Ow –

Paper cut burns

Man-made thorns

Prickle then trickle

Devour me, Hole






One step forward




Welcoming distraction

In the silence we go flat

Tell me, what is it that keeps you up at night?

And in the middle of the darkness

Could we still produce some light?

And did you hear their words?

Curt sound, no emotion

Me, myself and I

We’re just going through the motions