London Poems

Three poems I wrote while I was in London.

Beer Writing

At a pub

And the server looks like your brother

Do you have a brother?

He is cute, but he probably has an other.

I love London.

Even with my ghost phantom.

Running away from my own

National anthem.

Happy you told me to come to this

Notting Hill pub.

It’s called The Pelican

Would rather be here,

Than a club.

Blueberry Hill plays in the background

But not for long.

Now it’s a new song

Singing me farewell

Of what we drawn.

I’m very shy,

And kinda unsure.

Happy to be here,

I’m being very obscure.

Leaving on Monday,

Will I see an old friend?

There is a chance I won’t,

It’s complicated

Voices say, “Please don’t.”

Maybe the voices didn’t say that-

I don’t know what they say,

We shall see, if I disappear without him.

Leave without a sight across the sea.

I See You

It’s funny being in your town,

Thinking that I see you.

How do you feel knowing I’m around?

I think you’re blue.

Why? I don’t know. Overwhelmed?

Or in solitude?

In my dreams you’re confused

I comfort you and hold your head,

Forgetting the sparrows that live in your bed.

I’m gonna leave without a goodbye.

I’ll be going home solo.

So you can let out your relief sigh.

Mind Thinking, Thinking About My Mind

Better out than in.

Out of my head,

Rather than in.

I can crash out

On paranoia,

Compare and doubt.

Better out then in.

Even though my hotel room

Is my cozy den.

With a window that opens

And looks out to trees.

I still would rather be out,

Inside is where my mind feeds.

Travel wonder lust moments are

Coming to an end.

My inner child

Wants comfort, support,

And a special friend.

Staying inside while travel can have a moment.

I’m finishing stories that hopefully

Will get me started.

New adventures starting soon

Shifting gears as we speak,

Trying to flow with the moon.

So cheers to this chapter,

Of writing and traveling-

It’s been nice-

I hope it pays off,

At a good price.

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