Normal - Almost that

Such a conglomeration of nonsense
my day-to-day seems
to always consist of.

If only I could turn off the noise:
The vehicles rushing,
buildings growing
empty,
and the hushed tone
of my happiness
sobbing in the corner.

If only
the way this life changed
was normal.
Maybe I would be too...
maybe.

A Story of Love

I was thinking of you, darling.

Concocting a word, picture, story, a shape.

Something that in one handful, would tell you how much you mean to me.

But the word never comes,

the picture never starts,

and the story shapes up to be perfectly, you and I.

& I stand, staring at the blank page;

for cities of wishes and kind words could be spilled from these lips for days

but can never fit our storybook here on this flat blank page.

For, you see, you mean too much

for a word or a photo to complete

everything you mean to me,

everything we will grow to be.

Nothing could ever speak enough

so today, I will leave you with love.

The Nine to Five Writer

It is knowing this body must endure
something more than
a regular nine to five -
without flipping a lid.

No losing your temper,
feeling bad,
or relaxing
for eight hours,
every single day,
five days
mercilessly
in sequence
perpetually.

Though
fear not!
For, two days are rewarded.
Two days of
kind-of-stay-here-we-need-you-for-your-job-later
freedom.

So here is to Sunday,
Monday's ugly cousin.