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There’s no going back to you.
There never was.
Riddled your failures we know.

They said many of you true.
All a lost cause.
Nothing really to love new.

Coddled from mom’s dear powder.
She’ll soon let go.
All do no longer lauder.

O’, what do come time true storm?
Death, fine last show.
Nothing left friend to perform.

How saddened lied child a slave.
Hardened the heart.
Souls suffering left to crave.

Fear not my bitter lost love.
We all depart.
Some wish tears a chest to shove.
Some sent Hell never above.
From not yours truly, the Villain of Villanelles… until we never see each other - again…
I know a little secret.
And guess what? It doesn’t go your way…
No need wasting your life being gay…
Never having to watch you,
You’re a hedon building your own grave…
Not even your hags can help you brave…
You know who you are, you rut.
Stalking me will never help you out…
Coming my way, get a curse, no doubt…
Narcissism egregious,
Where can you turn when you quit living?
To be nothing, no more forgiving…
Won’t be me to do you in.
Untold tarot knows death of your grin,
Seek while you can your ****** soul of sin…
Good Riddance, you Rut…
Blues always saves lives
Despair knowing loving tears
Emotions are true
The Sun was late today,
Claims she was stuck in traffic,
Surrounded by clouds that
Would not give way.
She apologises nonetheless,
For any inconvenience caused
The delays and/or distress.

I suspect she simply overslept.
Based on the smell of ethanol,
Cigarettes upon the breath.
Half popped packs of paracetamol
Left discarded on the desk.
The good mornings softly spoken
That shows the will is bent,
Not broken.
Ignoring token take out coffee
Cups of renewable confessions.

It's quite the sight to see,
The one that's always early
Arriving this time dishevelled,
Disoriented, unsettled.
She stumbles through yawns
Stretching out the groans of dawn.
Still she manages a smile.
So the world begins to brighten
At least for a little while.
I was very angry
So out the window
I didn’t care
Bet aware
Where does it all begin
Coming from my head
I wasn’t sure
Who was pure
Now to see the lost Light
Wasn’t waiting for
Comes a price
Keeping rumbles at heart
Not to watch someone
Lost to become
Very numb
Gripping out hanging teeth
Fearing to decay
Won nother day
To meet way
People lost their own wit
How to find out why
We quit to shy
To deny
Left hormonal our rage
To place us and save
What left to crave
Bones to path
So far wondered the wrath
Soul to conclave
Knight from the knave
Near to grave…
Somewhere drifting off my
Dreams it seems of mind
A sense of reality out of touch
To touch I find mind
A sense of love of gay
For which I always lived
A for and loved much
A chance of time I lost
What known now not have
I lift out of knowing what luck
Upon such shucks as
To know this to past
I love found after all
To know life last.
XV…
They say if you really love them,
You have to let them go.
Nothing of the past to condemn,
Done here never to know.
No questions to be asked where to,
True love a sacrifice.
To always regret what we know,
I, ****** tasted from spice.
Yes, the high never worth the fall,
I know risk all too well.
Let my soul weaken not to brawl,
Shamed secret not to tell.
Say not my love to falter, won,
I dare not go back my tomb done…
XV…
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