The girls at the playground
don't talk to me.
They look
and stare
and whisper
and yet ignore me.

"What did I do,"
I always ask myself.
Am I ugly?
Do I smell?
Am I too loud?
Or annoying?
Or stupid?
Or weird?

Those days of girls and insecurities have passed.
Loud and proud, baby.

Weird, schmeird.

Though one may have noble intentions
One will always have a darker side.

Greed and longing
Are the most common forms of masochism.
And when one has what they want,
One will lose everything else.

The Midas Touch
Gave a man the ability
To satisfy his soul
And to destroy his life.

Let's play a game
just you and I!
The rules you shall know
and I shall supply.

Cheating of course, is never fair
This game isn't hard at all,
you'll be running on air!

There's no way to lose
This game is for all!
For the old and big,
or for the young and small.

But how do you win this game,
you may ask.
Well that's a simple question really:
Just remove your mask!

When you write
Do you think of what to say?
Do you aim to see a certain way?
Are you careful with your words?
Slipping in a secret password?

Do you even care to rhyme?
Or are you frugal with your time?
Do you want to send a message?
Or perhaps a foreboding presage?

At the end of the day
A poem is a poem
Even one as simple as this
Even if it falls flat.

Like this.

Followers of corruption
Led to believe that they themselves
Are being risen to a better life

Viewing one as a god
But he is only a charade
Hidden behind a smile of devious lies

Dainty little hands
Dark curly hair
Dimples in a smile
The preciousness of it all!

Brown eyes and skin
With the most delightful chin
Oh, how much I'd love to begin
To talk, and play, and laugh
With you, my dear.

Alas, that day shall have to wait
But I'm aware that every single date
Could never be more great
As long as I'm with my lieb.

To write
And express
And share
an idea
or a thought
or a memory
or a romanticized past

...Is it all that?