Sonnet: Media Trends

Is your life on shuffle or on repeat?
Trying to follow each hashtag and tweet.
More time spent with followers than friends
Obsessing over the media trends.

Those viral viewpoints are fast forgotten,
Hidden in the history they rot in.
Becoming only our ammunition
For challenging trivial tradition.

For those who are chosen to represent,
Both the ninety-nine and one percent,
History holds to the highest standard
To laudits with praise or to be slandered.

They are champions or our disaster,
They represent, or they Lord and Master.


Free Verse: My Hands Look Older

I looked at my hands,
And they looked older
Than I remembered
Ever seeing before.

The skin is looser, colder.
The veins underneath,
The surface
Of a thinner flesh,
More visible and pronounced.

Where once the pages
Of this book were blank,
Now I find them
With marks,
Where the story of my life
Has already been recorded.

The book is not yet filled,
Far from it.

But here I was
Wondering when
I would be ready
To finish waiting
For my life to begin,

Only to realise
It already had.


Zanze: Déjà Vu

All of my mornings start the same

As all others have come before.

Before I have time to complain,

I have already been ignored. 


All of my mornings start

Before I am ready;

I try to play my part

And keep myself steady.


All my mornings

Will slowly drift.

Despite warnings,

This low won’t lift.


All my

Failings I blame,

On desire not to try.

All of my mornings start the same.



Zanze: Can’t Watch

I can’t keep watching as you hurt

Yourself, and all of those around you.

That you do not care is absurd

As it is all you have to do.


I can’t keep watching as

You spiral to your doom.

You tread a narrow path

Your conscience is consumed.


I can’t keep watch

Of your domain;

For each new notch

Marks your refrain.


I can’t

Just sit in the dirt,

Left behind while you rant.

I can’t keep watching as you hurt.



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