“Ahem! My name is Doldrums
The mighty perdurable king of kings

King to the realm of despair
Loneliness is my lovely queen

So far we’re blessed with three kids
Our first born was christened heartache

The second born retrospections
And the last born nostalgia

We dwell in a beauteous wonderland
A world with beauteous flowers
Flowers that all bloom no more

A world with amazing rivers
Rivers that all ceased to flow

A world with emerald forests
Forests where birds never chirp

A world blessed with plenty of streams
Streams that all dried up

A world with eye popping mountains
Mountains that all crumbled to dust

A world blessed with soft rains
Rain that rains no more

A world with beautiful starry lit deserts
Deserts where you’ll find not a single oasis

A world with beauteous emerald islands
Islands all marred with despair hence desolate

A world blessed with myriads of stars
Effulgent stars that all ceased scintillating

A world blessed with beautiful seas
Seas where you’ll find not a single fish

*A world enveloped with glamorous clouds
Dark clouds of hate scudding
Athwart our wild blue yonder
Hence it never dawns

i will forever be a prisoner,
in this cage,
for my cry for help is nothing but a whisper,
it's as if,
it's as if,
everytime i need someone,
they all disappear,
but yet when my smile,
and postivity comes back,
everyone reappears
just
like
that
.

Once upon a time
There once was a little painter
With novelty paint
That she began to paint
Painting the peripherals of my heart
Magnificently with her novelty paint
But she ran out of paint
Thus the rest remained unpainted

Once upon a time
There once was a little potter
With novelty mud
That she began to mold
Molding the peripherals of my riven heart
Beautifully with her novelty mud
But she ran out of mud
Thust the rest remained gaping

Once upon a time
There once was a little bird
With novelty wings
That she began to fly
Flying away with me
Merrily to glorious clouds
But she drifted out of sight
Thus can’t fly anymore by my self

Once upon a time
There once was a little star
With novelty light
That she began to scintillate
Scintillating beautifully
Upon my wild blue yonder
But she ceased emitting her light
Thus dark as a grave are my nights

Once upon a time
There once was a little river
With novelty waters
That she began to flow
Meandering through my world
Thus all flowers thirsted not
But she ceased her flow
Thus all flowers withered

Once upon a time
There once was a bee
With novelty nectar
That tasted with all sweetness there is
Nectar distilled from all flowers of heaven
Nectar no other bee could ever bear
But she drifted away with her nectar
Nectar that had me feel*

**For I might have sipped a philtre

I fell in love with a poet
it was a magical day
Hanging on every stanza
taking my breath clean away

Head over heels I had fallen
reading her each day and night
Lost in her beautiful poems
feeling each word she did write

Hoping her phrases were written
sending affections I'd see
I fell in love with a poet
the poet she loved wasn't me