And My Heart Dropped

I could feel my heart drop
As I dropped what holds my life
Not just some silly prop
Causing me this instant strife

Just trying to keep it protected
Inside my pocket near
Instead my pocket rejected
The thing I hold most dear

My poor unwanted cellphone
Dropped down to the harsh concrete
As I feared it would fall blown
And the screen shattered in defeat

I wish I could see the words
That I type as I remember
The horrid incident that spurred
My feelings to be hot as an ember


Attractive man I sit behind
I though your face was nice
But now that I’m behind your bod
I see I should have looked twice

I wouldn’t judge your personhood
Based on attractive features
But I’m less inclined to date someone
Who reminds me of mythical creatures

When I Can

When I don’t figure skate
It feels as though my legs will run away without my body

When I don’t play my violin
My arms are noodles, only fit for cutting onions and causing tears

When I don’t write
Everything stays in, and I become a boring average

When I skate
I can fly

When I make music
My fingers have a purpose

When I write
I can compose poems, and myself


I wish I could feel
Sorry, but you are broken
And it’s not my job

To pick up all your
Pieces, so leave me alone
And I’ll start life fresh

Internal closure
More important than facade
For me, is enough

I’ll leave your mess for
Someone else to use, maybe
Their flower will grow

But I have turned the
Compost, and can walk away
Having done my part

Skills Pay Bills

Interviewing skills I know
But how much do I have to show
To get a job that suits my skill?
Hope it’s my skills not just good will
Although to be quite honest guys
My confidence here goes to the skies.
Truth be told its all I want
To get a job, escape the haunt
No more hikes through suburban streets
No more bacon smell competes
No more smiling just for tips
No more standing on my hips
Restaurant service isn’t great
For me when stress does not abate
This company better hire me
Because only then will my weekends be free