Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Long brown hair
Foolish eyes
Broken heart
Twisted cries

How the hell am I pretty?

I rely on self destruction as a distraction from real life.

That's not pretty.
Somebody called me pretty......


Not at all.
l o v e*
as you like to call it ,
is nothing more than our selfish need to fight our loneliness.

We are all just winners in a losing game.
Stardust
Indeed, everything is stardust,
Yes, you and I both,
The chocolate wrapper blowing down the street,
The cat arching its back as I walk by,
The child skipping, and the rope,
The watching dog, licking its paw,
Nonchalant to the whole world.

The tree in the forest,
The axe ending its life,
The startled squirrel escaping
The grubs feeding on its leaves,
(Visible and invisible)
Land ocean and sky,
All are, and forever will be,
Stardust.

© Paul Chafer 2014
Inspired by several poets on this site, too numerous to mention, they know who they are.
Next page