worry too much
About growing this rose
"Will it bloom?... " I wonder
"Under its storming foes?

"What will it take?" I ask
"To grow that precious seed?"
"For it to grow and rise?"
I know the answer, "it's the God that I heed."

Stop smothering it in the filth
Of your own despair
Bath instead, in the light
For the more you force it, the more scars you bare.

I hate the way you lie
I hate the way you look at me
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way you apologize
After you make me feel sad
After you made me felt useless
After you made me felt like I was nothing at all
I hate the way you made me felt  helpless
I hate the way you made me felt hopeless
I hate that you took away everything I cared about
I hate the way you broke my heart
I hate the way you took my heart in your hands and crushed it
I hate that you were there for me
I hate the fact that you made me soulless
I hate the fact that you made me cold hearted
I hate the fact that you made me heartless
I hate that I can't be myself
I hate the fact that you made me just like you
Because of you, I am heartless, I am cold-hearted
I am soulless
Because of you I am so harshed to all guys
I am always paranoid
I am always hurting men's feelings
Breaking their hearts
Look what you've done to me

I've had enough
of the words of rhyme
Locked away behind
the bars of stanzas
doing time

All the hopes
and wanna be dreams . . .
Just more nightmares
with chilling screams

No I had it !
and I don't want anymore
I don't want someone knocking with words to implore

Go take your metre ,
Yellow pencils number four
I don't want to hear you
knocking on my door

You can go post
and share with the world
Shelly , Keats , Byron . . .
They all make me feel sterile

A sonnet for your bonnet
Haiku for beret
You can put a quill to it
Go have your good Shakespearean
day

Like the rainbow
born out of rain,
My love
born out of your tears,
is just
A momentary beauty.