Curb your inner voice
it speaks in hateful language
always love yourself
Love Yourself
haiku
Sleeves
Sleeves on grey wet eyes
rush to wipe away sorrow
rub the pain deeper
the fly
No more clapping palms.
A fly dead in shocked violence.
Silence falls. At last.
Hurt the Sky
Lightning pierces sky
wounding with crazed cruel intent
Thunder gives applause.
ripples
a calm lake quivers
seduced by the moon’s soft kiss
telling ripples rise.
futures
futures prepared
in classrooms, age 14
life’s lessons are harsh.
Paul Writes Poems 