I hope you're proud of yourself
The accolades you have
Those trophies on the shelf
Proof of the effort you gave
I wish you every success
On this road you've chosen
That you may brave the process
And gain more devotion
I know the higher you climb
The harder you will fall
And vindication takes time
Even if it does crawl
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
Hold on to the memory of sunshine
Yellow rays turned to a white blaze
Warming you to the inside
Burning life into you.
Hold on to the halcyon days
Of early sunrise and late sunset
When you had all the time
And none to waste.
Hold on to the promise of light
Rare in these grey days
A pale watery imitation
Glimmering in the clouds
Hold on to these gloomy spells
Where dawn and day and dusk
Have melted into the same
And your stocks are empty
That you might bask longer
When the light returns
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 6:16 AM UTC
Perhaps some day our paths will cross once more
As those whose souls have met before are wont
You who have answered to another call
And I who have chosen a lesser travelled one
Individual journeys leading to the same shore
Weary and mature, having had our fun
Guided by some strange lode in our core
To meet again, fatefully, unbidden
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
This is just a short rhyme for you out there
Sitting in the shadows plotting your schemes
You think you're so clever; no one's aware
But imma tell you now honey, we ain't all dim
So if you wanna play, take out le dictionnaire
'cos language is a hurdle for you it seems
(mis)using 4 syllable words, you're full of hot air
So be careful next when you spin your web of dreams
It could very well become a nightmare.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
Let's not leave this spot
This little piece of the universe
For which we have fought
To keep for just us.
We'll stay inside today
Make our resolutions for the year
A map that shows us the way
For all the days in our lives' calendar.
Let's not go outside yet
Into the never ending storm
It's safe in this our cosset
Together we can keep warm.
We'll create a beautiful memory
Watch films and make meals
A 24-hour remedy
To combat the year's ills.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
Something about the path is familiar
The way it winds and twists
Leading you back on yourself
The curious way that tree grows
A particular heap of stones
Placed just so
To snag a bit of cloth
Its unusual pattern unmistakable
These vestigial footprints
That somehow fit your next step
And you've heard that raven call
Waking hazy memories
As you continue doggedly
Through these half lit woods
Ever on the way out
Never realising until you
Drop down the rabbit hole again.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
*in the shadowy damp
your arms keep me tethered
securing fragments as you cram
my ragged edges together*
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
There is a man
Who likes to pretend
That he's pure and holy
When really his mouth only spews out baloney
*These hands of mine,
a thousand men have bested
and thrice that the ladies
they have pleasured!*
This man likes to wear all white,
And on his head he props a halo.
He hides his forked tongue in plain sight
With which he claims to be a fine ole fellow
*These friends of mine
All shapes, all colours, every walk of life
All indebted to me
Oh! Without me,
they couldn't survive!*
But like the viper in Aesop's fable
Your trust he repays the only way he's able
With your paramour he'll try his luck
Rejected he'd say "All I wanted was a free ****
*No matter, for with any luck
The old lady will let me out
There are girls who've taken my buck
And they'll take it again without a doubt*
So of this false angel be wary
A conscience he has not
Web of lies and deceit his main plot
For he has no friends only quarry
***Here lies A
Certainly a class Act
For when the reaper came to play
You can be sure no one wept***
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
Let's empty out your pockets
The jangling keys and loose change
The wallet bulging with receipts
Your worn out lucky charm
An elastic band that's lost its stretch
That stray mint gone sticky
A hanky that's always slightly damp
And all the bits of fluff
That pockets are wont to spawn
Let's empty out your pockets
So I can put my hands in
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
Take a piece of chalk
And draw some lines
Add a little lock
Stay within its confines.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC