Posted at 12:47 am , on August 11, 2018
What will matter most
Won’t be matter
When the ride expires
What we leave behind is––
Posted at 11:06 pm , on March 18, 2018
I want to write
But I’m trapped
My ego wants to construct something profound
A piece which adheres to all the rules
And I forget what I really want to say
I neglect how I really feel.
I yearn for the past,
Like a burnt forest, forever colourless.
Posted at 11:52 pm , on February 14, 2016
I was wondering how a potato has so many different uses. From the humble-as-the-Dalai-Lama fries to the hard-as-a-bible-cover vodka.
Have you ever wondered, if you are as useful as a potato on this planet?
Posted at 9:48 am , on February 4, 2016
drive your lorry
choked with worry
let us scurry
to the finish line
worms are drooling
biding to dine.
Posted at 11:29 pm , on January 11, 2016
David Bowie, one of few souls who’ll refuse to rest in peace – Starman will be up for eternity playing in Space and on the Red Planet.