Booed

My solemn internal monologue

Is gradually morphing

Into feeble stand-up comedy,

And my rational thoughts

Do not know how to duck yet!

©Aaysid

“Never miss a good chance to shut up.”
Will Rogers

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The Quiet

I can hear

the noise

as it creeps

ever so slightly

into spaces

left vacant

by the absurd

everyday quiet;

my thoughts

weigh me down

at times,

and it makes

no sense to sleep

with a mind

this broken,

with the eyes

wide open…

I silently

make peace

with the noise.

©Aaysid

Who, Me?

I.

Asking me for directions

Is like asking someone

With chapped skin (also me)

About the trending moisturisers;

How lost can you afford to get?

II.

I trip over the thought

Of tripping over

And begin limping

To trip over something

A little less

Abstract than that;

“Let’s take a trip,” you say?

©Aaysid

Seeking Oblivion

I.

some people try

to make good use

of magic

by choosing moths

over butterflies.

II.

I stick my tongue out,

and roll my eyes

in a nod to the riot inside,

and pretend to enjoy

a quiet life;

not a word, not a fight!

©Aaysid

“When life gives you lemons, squirt someone in the eye.”
 Cathy Guiswite

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