Unboxing

Who would have thought
After all these years
I would find myself
Inside a small box
When all along I was sure
That this is everything
The world has to offer
Or rather I have to offer to the world?

Who would have thought
That these very eyes
Would begin to see
Everyone in a fresh light
When all along I was sure
That I had my senses under control
When in fact the senses controlled me?

Who would have thought
That I would discover
Parts of me which I
Never knew existed
When all along I was sure
That I know everything
There is to know about my personality
Or rather everything there is to know about myself?

not-poetry #7

not-poetry #6

not-poetry #5

a not-poem cares little
about enjambment
metre/speling
& worse = punctuality
                ~ rule #75673

not-poetry #4

not-poetry #3

we have a chameleon
living in places
a chameleon shouldn’t live

in a garden
watching
the flowers wilt
fall
root
rise

it just woke up one day and decided to become a flower

bees come for honey
the chameleon smiles
~ and feeds on them

not-poetry #2

not-poetry

as relatable as an ‘i do’
as short as a haiku
as deceitful as a magic trick
as shallow as a limerick
as stupefying as the universe
as ill-structured as a free verse
as convenient as an abbreviation
as useless as a quotation
~ a not-poem

Little Lies Love Loathing Lovely Lives

Do not be at a liberty
To leave little lies lying and leaping about
Lock them up in a large lead box
Lest they light a fire in your lovely life because

Little lies love to loathe lovely lives
Little lies long to link to each other and
Form a large lump or a long line
Of lethal missile
To launch an onslaught of loneliness
Upon loving hearts and
Tear them apart
Like only little lies can do

Little lies lay low
Only for a little while
They get hungry pretty quickly
Limitlessly and
Demand to consume larger and larger
Chunks of your lively life

Once uttered, apologise
Let them not levitate
In front of your eyes
When they’re little they’re brittle
That’s when the damage done can be limited
Lose not the sight of
The long-term lugubriousness
That will not be lulled with a lullaby

Let this be a lesson for life
Never let your luscious lips
Lose their lustre to little lies because
Little lies love to loathe lovely lives

I Don’t Care What You Think Of Me