Villain
There is a villain in my house, He has murdered conscience And hid its body in the attic. He steals right under my nose, Honest money and truthful notes, And saves malice for those Who try to race him to the finish line. He eats
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Sunshine
Every morningSun breaks into my window,Lighting up all the dark cornersOf my room,Showing me hope,Smiling,Wearing the brightest light,And I caress it gentlyTo relish its taste,Looking right at it,Disarming it with impaling eyes,Seeing through it,Like I know how to read books,Let alone read people.I catch a
Dark Structures
Cold buildings,Towering tall,No privacy By the window.Large boards,Blank spaces,Empty hearts,Corporate machinesCharging robots every night.Hear! Hear!Prepare!For another day of tedium.No one knowsWhere they are going,Though they know Where they are coming from.Bleak lobbies,Painted walls,Missing art,Misplaced hearts.Spruced rooms,Grimy insides,Long tables,Scarce foodCoach you to Eat in solitude,Teach you
Ticking Bomb
I am only a moment awayFrom disappearing into my life,Never to return again,Despite who dares to cry.My wilderness of sorrowCalls me every night,And wishes to keep me companyInside its cold heart.I breathe on gloomAs if it were my fuel,And I can’t be happy all the
Seraphic
Mornings laced with the taste of you,A memory stoned in time,Arms biting your body inWith a promise to hold you tight.Marveling at every tiny featureThat composes your ethereal form,Consuming you with my razor eyes,So you never get forgotten,Unlike a past that feels all hazy now,I
Unrequited
Serving you a pieceOf my heartIn a silver platter,Scrummy,And yummy,Filled with promisesOf luscious kissesAnd sweet nothings.You devour itWith your long fingers,And your tongueClicks and clacksIn consent,Which I takeFor love,But wait!Do I hear something?Oh, that’s just a burp,I am so glad you are full,Now your turnTo
Moving In
You wouldn’t know, Would you? You don’t ever read me, Do you? And then talk about How you understand me The way no one does, But she would read me Like what’s going on, And then she would know What’s going in My heart and
Mute
What’s wrong if I spill myself out? I die tomorrow, don’t you know? Maybe you have all the time in the world, Maybe I am running out, And you have no idea how, But each passing breath is a goodbye From this cold world. And
No Crossing
You have your life, I have mine, Why mess things up? Let us be Where we are. We are seamless now, We might seem less then, When we tie our threads, And end up in a knot. When hearts collide, No one survives, Don’t you
Poultry
My, my! What a life! What a life! Bred to breathe A moment, It passes by In a shuteye, And then I realize I am picked up To be ground In a machine Yet again; Did I not just die? Why repeat the cycle again,