The Morning After

I went to bed last night, realising how noisy my quiet world is
I could hear the spiders spinning their webs
I could hear the moth flying through my bathroom window
The clouds crashing into one another
The stars moving around
I usually can't hear all this
Now I'm asking myself some questions
Are your choices being frowned upon?
Is your memory space getting smaller?
Are you waking up with a numb arm?
Is the last slice of pizza yours?
Are you repeating yourself regularly?
Questions after questions
Is the room temperature okay for you?
It never ends
Until the morning after

-PRK-

Stay Quiet

There are moments that I just want to be around silence
Around soundless noises and muted screams
Around loud muffle and perhaps quietened wail
For my mind is crowded, in fact exhausted
And my soul is somehow dreary,
Detached from the euphoria that was once so melodious, poetic and rhythmical
That was yearned and required
Now it's a pastime
A selective circumvention
And I am a patient of selective mutism
For I will speak only when spoken to
I will wave only when I want to
And I will knock on your door only when I feel like it
Because the world is too noisy for me
The world alone
That includes you - the stranger, you - the friend and you - my thoughts

-PRK-

At Times, A Cuppa

At times all I need is a cup of espresso
Then again I'm not fit for extreme caffeine
So I'd go for a cappuccino

At times all I need is a cup of latte
Then again some low fat is pointless
So I'd just have mint tea at the café

At times all I need is bru coffee
Then again it can be too sweet
So I'd go for iced lemon tea

At times all I need is silence
Then again my thoughts would louden itself
So I'd go for a my caffeine alliance

For a cuppa calms me down
A cuppa makes me a lown
A cuppa would toss my frown
Downtown; upside-down

-PRK-