Fireflies listen by windows Swooping bats sneak a peek Buzzing bugs want a taste Mouse in the corner waits   Embrace summer happenings Hide n seek with your pals Games of tag before dark Gotcha last won’t last

Lately, I feel all the fighting, unreal my toppings should not cause friendships to stop.   There’s pineapple, whew causes quite a to-do arguments ensue with spam, they say eww!   But pizza’s like people no two the same, or equal toppings they vary with…

drippy days hoodies in the dark vermin thriving playing in the park death lives with me we are not friends  

At some point in my day-to-day writing, it appears I lost my cursive muscle. My handwriting had morphed into a poor man’s Comic Sans with my own spin being little “connectors,” a pretense to cursive, I suppose, without any real effort to be actual cursive….

I’ve collected enough scars to feed the guilt that’s feeding on me. I’ve spent enough tears on pitying for myself. Enough smiles I’ve wasted thinking it was fine. Enough fears I’ve felt of growing too fast.

Sllllooooooooowww Never once feeling like not one Thing not two things But to the very definition  Absolute in number and in sum nothing  Zero   It was the amnesia of ever Existing Forgetting what shape my matter Liked to take form Collecting my mass from…

small changes keep whispering over there soon to creep closer turn off the box to unknow what happens where is the respite when roused at three the brain reminds us awake

Really? Look me in the eye and say that. I don’t bite. I just nibble. Shrimp! I love shrimp. No, really. I. Love. Shrimp. All crustaceans, in fact. Exotic fruits of the sea! But, I digress. What’s the intention here?

Harshib doesn’t need air but only foot ball to breathe But alas his physique and intentions don’t match His team has christened him as ‘the stick’ And everyday, he comes home badly bruised, mauled and fouled That night as he wiped silent tears and went…

Hands are to caress. But what if our hands never meet? Will you look for me?