Date Someone Who Reads

Date Someone Who Reads

“Finding someone who reads is like dating a thousand souls.”
Yeah, but when I look in your eyes I feel my souls scatter
Like marbles
Running away from unsupportive hands
You couldn’t possibly catch me
My souls, my drift, my hint, the line I’m dropping or what I’m thinking
Too confused by the thousand souls speaking to “catch the nearest way”

“Finding someone who reads is like dating a thousand souls.”
But can you handle each one of them staring at you
Well aware that you dont understand their thousand and one mouths?


Fairy Tales

“I guess no one cares for fairy tales,”
said Little Red to her wolfy friend.

And The Wolf said “I guess they think there’s no need. They have what the movies said.”

And Little Red put her hand on his back and ruffled it through his fur.
“If they’d get to know us, they’d see it’s different,” she said with a tear in her voice.
“It’s not all sugar and music.
Even the Mermaid plunged to her death
First with a knife like Juliet and then to the sea.”

“And nevermind what the hunter does to me…”

Red patted his head and gave him a look of apology. “If people would only look us up they’d see we have a bit more meat.”

The Wolf licked her face and crossed his front paws.
“Perhaps that is the problem,”
said he.

Broken Window

Will the roses eat my window
when my window finally rots?
Will vines crush wooden frames
when the summer sunshine stops
and all that’s left of roses
is the vine that holds it together
squeezing for dear life
against winter’s bitter weather?
Will the rose make window’s eyes
look like the looks of lovers
and when winter’s blackness comes,
the evil step mother?
You must decide when you make broken window home
if you can warmly kiss the maiden
and still want the black-eyed crone.