I loved you
But you left me
You had other seeds to sow
You packed your bags
“goodbye It's for the best, you know”
But you never
To leave the house and go
You're still buried
in the garden
Cos i killed you with a ***
30th April 2017
Definitely not autobiographical, before you go and call the police.
You are strong
And you are loved
We love you.
Living in a world with no honest leader.
Every single day comes a new victor,
using the people's heart to paint the picture of fear.
When will we escape the rampant greed running amuck?
Become our own leaders and stop giving a ****.
When asked questions like these, the defenders only have a mouthful.
The reins of power should be in the hands of the masses,
known as the powerful.
They shake at night with terrors of their past.
They finally understand they have worn a fake mask.
When will we stop eating from a government feeder?
Finally equalize and balance the power teeter.
We must, living in a world with no honest leader.
as i close my eyes
a land so bizarre appears before my sight
full of mystics, stillness, and trickery
and this hollow heart of mine
sprout the **** of curiosity
how could this be so real?
a flash before my eyes
the sky lifts me up so high
and stretches the arms of mine
like birds soaring up the sky
i flap them side by side
with my heart in wonderment, I ponder
reflects before my very eyes
an aesthetic resemblance of mine
with great affection gazes at me
with awe our eyes meet and merge
lil flowers sprout out from between the ******* of ours
a chest of exquisite embellishment
this strange land far away
where i set my foot with ease
waters crystallize and dance with elegance
flowers and trees smile and breathe
how could this be so real?
darkness fell on me
mystic land decayed
waters ran blood and miasmic
flowers and trees called out death
i trembled in fear I want to flee
but the grass clasp my legs impossible to leave
I decided to let you in,
in place where you lived once,
The doors are harder to open then before,
Because now they are locked up twice.
He couldn't love me the way he was suposed to. It took him years and a first heartbreak to understand the difference between lover and a friend. He laughed saying that i can't stop loving him. He was right at least about that.
I used him as a measuring tape for all the other lovers that came after.
If i were daft enough to falter
and die next Tuesday week
Be kind enough to care?
And If it were on Wednesday
when they laid me down to rest
Would it just be me and t’ vicar
who were there?
Another silly one.. A more serious one later perhaps.
There is more beauty in the steam
coming out of my coffee machine
Than there is in a Monet
At least with my lonely eyes
it seems that way
When the sink drips its drops
To me it is art
Maybe cause my world
Is falling apart
I tend to find beauty in odd things