I refuse to be a person you walk all over
I play roles where I’m speaking my mind
Telling you, “you don’t deserve me.
I don’t deserve you.”
I couldn’t tell you with a clear mind.
I choose to say in forth coming fog,
Thick like your head, heart and skin.
I want to make you feel hurt, my pain.
Will words do that?
Do I want this?
I was everything before you,
Without you again, I’ll be something.
Something I can no longer be afraid to be.

you say you love me,
but your eyes tell a total different story..........

Rosy cheeks, jet black hair
Elegant scent that filled the air
Cheeky smile, brightest eyes
Extremely humorous and wise

He was the so-called ideal
He had a gentleman's appeal
Just like a prince charming
So handsome and alarming

He was "perfect" and "intact"
But it does not change the fact
That despite his perfection
I hate him, not to mention

"Impossible!" the others exclaim
I dislike mentioning his name
He's cute and also he's smart
I don't like it even from the start!

He's witty and he's calm
He would never beg for alm
I'm not envious, of course not
It's even deeper than you thought

He's not that bad, I could honestly say
With that, I'll try to explain anyway
Why do I hate him? Is he secretly bad?
Well here is a thing that drives me mad

He's caring and he's kind
For a little piece of mind
He's helpful, courageous
Many says that he's gorgeous

Everytime I steal a glance
It makes my heart flutter and dance
When he laughs and smiles
I remember and cherish it every while

So I hate him, a lot more than one
For one small crime that he has done
He could've just asked or give warning
He stole my heart and had me falling

What's more perhaps frightening is to begin to waken to the subtler fact I've embraced and cherish this "new era" which 2000 supposedly ushered in, is it?



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXXVII)


"That was a diffrent--" yes, what, in betrayl?
The sevnties had their time.  The eighties' sense
I quite abhor, though raised in them.  Pretense
Waltzed naked through the nineties.  What, oh they'll
Call since "the noughts" was that new era's frail
Excuse for "now," which is so diffrent hence
Let's say I knew it by sheer instinct, whence
Forsooth, what zactly when ye want detail?
O, tis "pastoral" now to watch what'd stir
Folk in the sevnties.  I was too young to
Know aught but early childhood's joys in tour.
And wherefore I deplore, ya HATE the crew
Of years known as "the eighties" I as twere
Don't know.  Yet, what's THIS time we now live through?

29Mar19c
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