broadwaydude

My Sake Let me tell you a secret. I love you. It’s simple as that but love is complicated as everyone says. That is because I do not know why I love you. Your neat room, caring about your looks, no getting drunk at nights. Yet, I still fall for you because of your charming smile, laughter like the sound of a grand piano, eyes that pierce mine. But you do not love me and that is fine because I can’t always be lucky. I admire you from the distance and you can be scared of me. You can hate me all you want. You can call me a selfish bitch if you want. I am a creeper and I just wanted you to know for my sake. You cannot see and do no

Dear Cubicle My life consists of various things. My dear cubicle, my habitat. Popping bubble wrap, POP. Clicking pens, CLICK. Flipping pages of a book, FLIP. My life is a repetition of these things. Nothing fresh, no change. In fact, the word “change” is not in my vocabulary. Nor are the words “future” or “destiny”. I consume oxygen of the present. I call it Present-O like Jell-O. Do not imagine or speculate. My mind does not translate. Let me be the creature in one position Because I only have one vision. Now you see, Revolution is foreign to me. Echoing of sounds and images Are what I seek.