Time crunched

It's a beautiful day with lots to say
Time crunched so I will make it short for old times sake
I forgive the world for its lack of time to permit
Not allowed the chance to unravel
My days begin to fray
What happened so recently ,my brain ;
even sooner has forgotten

Hidden book

A closed book I sit on a shelf
Clothes took to fit myself
Life's  story being foreseen
I await stitched inside These four seams

Under a tac

I feed on feedback
I never feel under attack
In an open field
I remain an unread bulletin
Pinned under a tac
My story abandoned
Bits and pieces
 left remains

At ease

I feed on feedback

Even while I stand on my feet or stretch my back

I never feel under attack

In a open field i remain an unread bulletin pinned under a tac

A closed book I sit on a shelf

Clothes took  to fit  myself

Life's story  foreseen

I'm stitched inside these four seams

Reliving the  good days

Why can't I  remain in this daze

I don't regret my past

For  its time already passed

I remain at peace 

After all I'm still in one piece