Poems from jocemathew
Something for the less
can go a long way
ahead of you
but it comes back
when you find yourself
less and less.
Something for the less...
it's a place where you go that was a place you used to be when you were a kid
it's a face you remember and a name you won't forget
swings...
I want to scream screech loud and ugly as a parrot
I want to be heavy fat immense so that I make an imprint, an impact on everything
I want...
big ideas. big imagination. big dreams and ambitions.
but the words don't come out proper
one day she will pour forth words of wisdom
but...
doesn't it rain sometimes
on the inside
and isn't it funny
your umbrella can't be opened
because it's bad luck.