I listen as you enjoy your time,
Cackling as you drink your wine,
The gossip flowing from your lips,
Is enough to sink the heartiest of ships.
Tag: poetry is not dead
BFF.
It’s a rather lonely existence,
To be kept at a distance,
Watching as people go on,
Feeling like your wrong.
Effortless as they lead,
Tales of wonder and mead,
A perfect life without you,
The sad one who feels blue.
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How many times will you say the word no?
Should we beg and plead in order to go?
It Is this relationship working for us?
Remember the times you made such a fuss?
New Tomorrow?
It feels as though I let you all down,
The grey cloud above the perfect town,
A caterpillar who won’t become a butterfly,
Silent nothings that haunt your battle cry.
Patches of frost on newly bloomed rose,
A tiny hole in your beautiful new clothes,
The ugly duck in a lake filled with swans,
Decaying rust that muddies antique bronze.
Stalker.
Lurking in the shadows,
Keeping her on her toes,
Waiting patiently to pounce,
She will feel him trounce.
Slithering from a distance,
He has a ton of persistence,
The perfect moment will come,
She will have to succumb.
The Darkness
The bus drives down an empty street,
A man staggers home with two left feet,
Blue lights twinkle in the far distance,
As the woman wonders about her existence.
The Green Monster
The green monster rears its giant head,
Emerging from the depths for bloodshed,
Consuming every obstacle in its path,
Until all that is left is sheer wrath.
Why is everything so easy for others?
All I can do is hide under the covers,
Why am I constantly being disregarded?
Stuck with a mind that’s being bombarded.
Will O’ The Wisps
A clock turns to midnight,
The will o’ the wisps come alight,
Leading to what you want so much,
Ten fingers and ten toes to touch.
