A J.

A J. Poems

Pouring spouts of steaming tea
into my tea cup near me
and the little bright cow
on the mug
...

sometimes the last water drip
in a water bottle
is meant to remain
and such a little drippy drop
...

Sleepy man
take your hand
and close the laptop lid
in your slippers
...

Strangers on the bus
on the bench
at a restaurant
anywhere
...

Savouring wine
and ticking time
let..
it..
...

I hadn't any daisy
a pine branch would do
to pluck needle by needle
posing if she loves me not or true
...

I didn't know
that I would go
and break your heart someday
...

Paint upon a brush
dripping
and with rush
one's mind tripping
...

Crossing the Atlantic in a sky train
Surrounded by the fluffy origins of rain
Deep sorrow clings in my heart.
Beating thunderstorms start
...

I hurt you
As if throwing arrows at your soul
Or crushing your heart with a hammer
In the most cruel manner
...

I'm covered in a shroud
Of deep emotions
They blur my vision
To see and feel
...

Mentally ill
Doctors want me to swallow a pill
Others who love me don't trust in my will
And discredit that my brain is not well
...

Life is interesting
It takes me to foreign lands
Which years ago I never would have thought
I'd love them as home
...

The Best Poem Of A J.

Pouring Spouts Of Steaming Tea

Pouring spouts of steaming tea
into my tea cup near me
and the little bright cow
on the mug
staring at me
with a flower in his mouth
smug
and yellow with glee

steaming words wisp by my closed eyes
that come from depths of compromise
and time lost on chasing love
that turned to a night time croaking of a frog

It's not all in vain
I knew it watching children play
and then smoke at a park bench
watching videos on their phones
in Mosnita one day

The tea, it's hot, not lukewarm or not cold
meaning I'm moving as I should

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