Random Abandon

The comfort
Of the rain
Lashing against the window
With random abandon
Will always
Make me wonder
How something so simple
Can be so calming.

Spotlight

Lying on my back
With the moonlight
Seeping through the nets
I realise
How alike to a spotlight
It is
Exposing everything
Beneath it
As the story
Meets it's climax.

Library Book

My heart was like a
Library book and I was
The library:
You checked it out
But never brought
It back.

Naive Fool

I prefer the
Numbness of the
Content singleton
Over the
Heartbreak of the
Naive fool
Any day.

The cycle

They will
Break you
Down
To remind themselves
How it feels to hold
All the power.

The Pulp of People

"Identity",
what makes us unique
And defining element
To be "different".

To be the pink haired girl
Wearing trousers even in summer
So that pristine pale skin
Never gets past beige.

To be the meditating buddhist
Wearing harem pants
So that chilled vibe
Never gets lost.

But are we not just a mash up?
Do these characteristics
Give us any identity
Or are we just a pulp of people?