Frank

I don't like haikus.
They are always too darn short.
Awkward and random.

Addict

The weight of the world on my shoulders,
Atlas himself couldn't compare.
Heavier and heavier, the pounds add on,
When I can't decide what to wear.

I sort through the remains of my wardrobe,
Trying to make sense of it all.
No desire of an outfit comes to me,
I give in! Destination: Mall.

The smell of my home invites me,
I am welcomed with open arms.
With the comfort of my friends on the rack,
I know I can do no harm.

Slow Motion

Everyday running
through her mind
Everything else
that didnt have time
igottadothis and ihavetodothat
this n that n that n this

Life spins around her oh so fast

Whenever the end,
However the start,
Doesn't even matter,
Place together, a heart.
This.
and.
that.
and.
that.
and.
this.
Start: slow motion,
With their first kiss.