All My Problems Are Hungry

All my problems are hungry
They need to be well fed
Lest they will keep troubling
Me and my little head

All my problems are thirsty
They need water everyday
Or they will drink my blood
That is what they say

I have no option really
I give them what I can
They keep growing larger
The more I keep feeding them

I’ll be out of supplies
Very soon, if you may know
I don’t know what I’ll do then
I don’t know where I’ll go

That’s not my only worry
Of that I am very sure
Those problems keep giving births
To new problems and many more

You

The only person who can judge you is You
The only one you need to compare yourself with is You
The only one you need to be better than is You
The only person who matters is You

The only hands that’ll work on your dreams are Yours
The only feet that will bear the brunt are Yours
The only voice that you can hear is Yours
The only efforts that count are Yours
The only body that can heal your wounds is Yours
The only mind you can understand is Yours
The only heart that’ll know your pain is Yours
The only life you can define is Yours

The only one who can inspire you is You
The only person who can break your heart is you
The only person who can make you happy is You
The only one is You

Let Me Write A Poem Today

Let me write a poem today
Now that the internet is down
A deadly virus has locked us
I can’t go out in town

Let me write a poem today
No friends or foes to call to
Unimportant work around
Very little else to do

Let me write a poem today
Though my heart feels nothing
Writing might trigger an emotion
About someone somewhere something

I’m Only Good At Being Kind

I ain’t good at dreaming
Beaming, screaming, scheming
Ain’t either good at dancing
Prancing, financing, romancing
I thought I was good at math
But no it’s not like that
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

I ain’t good at flying
Crying, trying or replying
Neither am I good at sighing
Lying, prying or dying
I thought I was good at everything
But I ain’t good at anything
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

Should I learn some knitting
Splitting, gritting or quitting?
Should I do some reading
Breeding, feeding, kneading?
Or should I learn how to run
Or finally get some work done
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

I’m not good at being good
Drinking, thinking or eating food
Or being the best that I could
Or doing what I should
I ain’t good at looking ahead
Or even at looking behind
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

I Don’t Wanna Write A Poem

When my thoughts keep circling round my head
When I get tired just lying in my bed
When I feel lost with all the things I’ve had
There’s no new pain to show ’em
I don’t wanna write a poem

I stare at the page in front of me
And the blank page keeps staring back at me
While my old pen refuses to write for me
I feel like I don’t know ’em
I don’t wanna write a poem

Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I sit and cry
None of the times I have a reason why
All the ideas in my head just die
I’m too lazy to sow ’em
I don’t wanna write a poem

Sometimes I love, sometimes I hate my rhymes
I keep discarding my poems all the time
There should be a law to hang me for this crime
I should never throw ’em
But I don’t wanna write a poem

I’ve Hope In My Heart

Give me a little sunshine over my head
I’m lying sick on my winter bed
I want to move out but my legs are so dead
But I’ve hope in my heart

These empty streets remind me of days
When terror ruled and she had her ways
When Death looked straight at my face
But I’ve hope in my heart

It’s doom it seems from the news I’ve read
Every disaster shows we’re unprepared
I see Nature laugh while humans dread
But I’ve hope in my heart

The end of the world – a mother says
We’ve ran too long without a race
We could be wiped out without a trace
But I’ve hope in my heart

It Takes All Sorts Of People To Ru(i)n This World

It takes all sorts of people to ru(i)n this world
The lying politician
The corrupt officer
The greedy lawyer
The immoral doctor
The obsessed scientist
The unethical accountant
The cheating husband
The lying wife
The careless mother
The careless father
The rebellious son
The depressed daughter
The crazy inciter
The blind follower
The You
The Me
It takes all sorts of people to ru(i)n this world