A Longing for Progress

    Lying Awake Pondering upon fate Why did she always have to wait While others are bestowed all the things they yearn for Are her dreams of any importance Are her desires of any concern Will she always be pushed to the end of the line Or will her number be called in due…

Java

Java me like Every day and every night Sprinkled with sugar Doused with vanilla If you find me with a mug Don’t try to take it from me Not even with all your might Because my blueberry muffin won’t be the only thing I’ll bite.  

Slippery Slope

In a forest dead of life, a woman stands Lost of her sense of direction She stands there waiting for someone to find her and carry her home Thinking she is alone she talks to herself Reminiscing about all her bad deeds Saying things that she would never tell a soul As the tears rolled…