Something new

I promised myself I would come up with something creative to post here. I don't think my life is very worth blogging about.

So, I wrote some poems.


Life is slow here, but we fill it with our lives.
we fill it with our loves and our hates,
our hopes and our failures.
We fill it with ourselves,
and before we’re ready for it,
the slow days are over.
But we look back,
and we remember
what life was like during those slow days.

and

The snow falls
and gathers on the power lines.
The arc-lamp makes is go yellow.
I remember when the snow used to fall
and gather on the boughs
and the moon made them yellow,
the motes of light.
But there are no boughs outside my window.
Just power lines
and arc-lamps.

Hope you like them.