patience

When would I be mad? When would I be crashed? 

If my dreams were to fail me I'd sure as well be dashed? 

But there's no chance of that as I prepare for the morrow

Putting aside all chagrin and all my measly sorrow. 

I know that day will come, me sitting on the moon;

All I need is patience for dreams, they don't materialise very soon. 

The flower at my altar

Today the flower seems dusty

Because of constant criticism 

With lack of love; but it musters

Its power of being not new to such

Happenings of the universe: it turns

Its head in the wind, spring time is far:

In the summer dust it need not search

For the sun. The flower, not of beauty, 

Not of things sublime. A stately white

And pink and common it adorns

My altar. 

Broken Doors

I am sitting comfortably on the bus

By my friend who doesn't acknowledge me

And you unseat me in an unglorious

Fashion, relegating me to the back

Where I'm all alone. 

I'm sitting at home basking in my father's love

And you come with a car, holding it, superhuman 

Bashing the door, unhinged from its latches

And I feel like I'm forcing open doors, 

Crossing barriers, shattering norms

Winning, winning, winning! 

I awake: a sense of fulfillment! 

I win. 

my wishes for now

I wish we had more money, 

You know, as a family;

Wish we could enjoy luxuries

And comforts and splurge;

I wish my father gave up alcohol

And had a pleasant temperament

And was hopeful; I wish my mother

Never complained and my brother

Was my best friend. So many wishes. 

A dream to conquer the world

My wishes for now.