Short Duo

First collection of my short poems.

Story of Time

Time is our own illusion;

Masked by it’s own confusion;

Perhaps we run out of it;

Or perhaps we cannot get enough of it;

We wish the days were shorter;

Back when things would only cost a quarter;

The clouds keep moving through life;

Though this time cuts through us with a knife;

One day I came back and I said;

If I cannot beat time, I may as well be dead;

That was when I woke at nightfall;

The grandfather clock chiming, making my inner soul crawl;

And in that grandfather clock, was a note…

...Little to my knowledge, it was one that I wrote.

Keystrokes

Those narrow keystrokes;

My mind has begun to cloud itself in a cloak;

Only one stroke away;

And she would’ve gotten my ‘happy birthday’;

I find that life's not fair in itself;

Sometimes we must all hang our coat on the bookshelf.

But, does that mean there is no meaning;

Or does my soul need it’s daily cleaning;

I write what matters to our hearts;

Because on the inside, we’re all just broken scrap parts.

No, we cannot all be repaired;

However, I will for sure be the first one to tell you that I cared;

Author's Note

First edition.