What's the matter with me lately?
I've a feeling I'm no good no more Should I have a system check Possibly get the upgrade three point four? Problem is my hardware is outdated Not sure what support I can expect The new software won't install We're incompatible I suspect. Time comes and you begin to think This has truly lost its fun Now I must watch you from the corner here How you carry on with a new honey bun.
an adorable little lamb
fur so soft, strong like a ram who would have known you were nothing but a sham. looking back, perhaps you really were who you were i thought of you like a wolf in sheep's clothing but i think we just didn't fit, without us knowing you were like a lamb, soft in your own right but i was a dolphin, never destined to see the light i hope you're flocking in the fields and that time has made you heal.
don't call it a relationship, but i'm sorry. summer 2018.
I’m the unfinished poem
And you’re the deadline closing in way too soon. This is not shaping up to be anyone’s best work. You’re the chair with a faulty seat And I’m the *** falling through. Is it my fault for not checking first? I’m the ambulance sirens wailing outside on your street, But you’re the silence I need to concentrate. How are you going to work with this? You’re the hands typing away And I’m the keyboard with a missing key. Or maybe you’re missing a finger? What about the deadline? How is this going to work if you’re missing a finger? Is this what’s making me the ***? I might be the biggest obstacle you have, And baby you’re not one for track and field. Bring your best revision to the table, I don’t think you’re saving this piece. Whether this is a creative block or not, You’re dealing with a failure to write.
you were roses
I was silk not that either of us was better than the other but that maybe we weren’t what the other needed at the time
You somehow eclipsed all my moments in the sun.
Where upon I became the penumbra in your presence. The moods you wore left me sodden and confused. Our times together had become painfully arduous.
He lives in days
I live in decades His world in constant change My world struggles to be sane The master of his ship Unbothered by the sea I am the waves, the current All the chaos underneath How incompatible are we Only now I've come to see He was made for adventure But he was not made for me He can tolerate the harshness He can understand my depth But tolerance is still not love Or else he wouldn't have left Our paces are mismatched They cannot intertwine How do I catch up to him If his pace outruns mine His seconds are my moments So little that he forgets Locked beneath my trenches Like a buried treasure chest
Slide in Sugar-searching serpent You spark In this **** A naive mind That this might Work out Before you Tire out Tonguing Lemon-lime lollies Licking your lips For a confection A bit more Cherry
And maybe I'm looking for someone a little more zesty.
Dilemmas of inconsistent reflections
never looking at the same mirror. Where cracks seem like gorges of incompatible strains upon morality. But there is a way to not look in deliberation upon false impressions. Look within each other, not the warped reflection conflicting our humanity.