He searched every attic, every thrift store bin.Felt her absence in his hands,her shape in his ribs.In the end, he learned to lovethe space she left behind.
Category: Poems
A List of Things That Have Never Been Invented (But Should Be)
The Haunted Vending Machine
Press C4, get a whisper in your ear.Press A1, receive a ghost’s last regret.The soda cans rattle with secrets.No one dares to ask for change.
The Moon Drunk Dials the Ocean at 2 AM
“You up?” it asks.The tide rises, restless,pulling itself closer to shore.They talk in waves,never quite reaching each other.
The Boy Who Spoke in Third Person Until He Became Someone Else
He thought it was a joke at first.Then his name faded from his tongue.Then his reflection belonged to another.One day, he narrated himselfout of existence.
The Letter I Forgot to Send Wrote Itself a New Ending
It erased the apology,scratched out the hesitation.Signed itself with more conviction.Dropped itself in a mailbox at midnight.I woke up not knowingwhether it was ever really mine.
The Man Who Filed a Lawsuit Against Time
Claimed it moved too fast,stole his youth,refused to give refunds.The judge, wrinkles deep as tree rings,laughed him out of the courtroom.
The Sun is Jealous of the Streetlights
It watches them flicker on at dusk,resentful, redundant.“They are impostors,” it mutters,watching them glow all nightlike tiny gods,indifferent to dawn.
A City Where Everyone Speaks in Riddles
The taxi driver asks, “What has wheels but never sleeps?”The waiter says, “Two hands but never claps?”Even the street signs taunt you,cryptic arrows pointing nowhere.You try to ask for directions,but they just laugh—“You must answer three questions first.”
The Hourglass is Tired of Your Excuses
It flips itself over, unimpressed.Your procrastination does not amuse it.The sand whispers down, judgmental,knowing full wellyou’ll make the same mistakethe next time it turns.