Melancholy floats in the air
It fills it with suspense
As I pass you and dissemble
In style of debonair

Before, I prognosticated
I predicted what was to come
Now those memories I reiterate,
Unable to continue forward

Was I truly mendacious?
Hidden behind a false identity?
With no chance of harmony,
We can’t repeat goodbyes

But if you’d listen to me
I promise to influence
Facts that only have one side
To be more than meets the eye

I spent the day looking at you poems
It was the only time you were honest
I do the same thing, I’m no different
I just wish I could see everything previous

Before this time and misunderstanding
When you could listen
And not jump the gun
But then your smile starts fading

I know I’m losing my opportunities
But I don’t know what to do
I’m stressing out, looking for fixes
But you still hate me, don’t you?

Don’t think I didn’t know
I read them even now
Those poems you leave
Of your adolescence

Behind my back you talked
With those flowing words
And those perfect rhymes
About me and my schemes

You painted me as unforgivable
You called me manipulative
You said that I make people fall in love
And then break them out of the blue

I loved you so **** much
To the point walls felt my punch
You don’t know what I felt
You don’t know my heart

I’m sorry that I hurt you
But everything I ever did,
I did it all for you

'How did she die?'

They always asked that.

It annoyed me.

Once, I might have asked it too.

Now I realise

The question should be:

'How did she live her life?'

And the answer...

She lived it without fear

My skin crawls
My heart aches
My mind starts longing
Yet I feel like nothing
The thoughts surround
They leave me pained
I’m thrusted against
My own regret
With no chance
None I’ll ever acquire
To find that escapism
That I see in that dream

Life is a match
To start you need someone to light the match
Once lighted, the fires starts, the match reaches it's prime
The match then burns and slowly starts to dim
The dimness represents our life burning away
When the flame reaches its final flame, the match burns out
The burnt match represents how the life in everyone slowly follows down their own path
Eventually when we have reached our time, our flame burns out as that of the match
The flame dies but the smoke proceeds to carry on

He was, he is, and ever will be
The most famous bard; by th’ name of Will; he
A question posed that’s baffled generations
“To be, or not to be...”; by these one very very words alone
reserved himself he the star-studded throne
Among th’ infinite constellations
From whence he came, and whither he did go:
For ‘ndeed ‘tis was for him too much ado;
Too much alike to those one star-crossed lovers
He was unhappy in his life; but once it’s over
Was - he did arise; not from his grave,
But to eternity to thrive
Among th’ eternal things, fair and sublime
With not even the palest peer,
Or the worthy rival to challenge his position
Where he still stands as if the exhibition’s
Greatest monument; which, well, he is
That shines so bright so no one could him miss

You couldn’t sleep
You were ecstatic
And it was very clear
The texts rolled in
My phone never tranquil
“I’m getting a dog!”
“Isn’t this amazing?”
I was so happy for you
Almost like a proud parent
I never had ever thought
That I could have a pet
So when you got one
It felt all the same

What was its breed?
I never remembered
I think it was Havanese
Or something of that type
I write this beside my dog
He’s very caring and dashing
It’s a german shepherd
Sometimes he bites hard
Do you think somehow,
They would have been friends now?
I believe that answer is best left unsaid
Because if the owners don’t get along
The dogs won’t either, right?

To Whom it May Concern,

My blood begins to burn
and I’m compelled to spurn
the current plans to turn
our mascot to a worm.

The members from my firm
cannot stay taciturn
when our alumni learn
that strangers overturned
the past we had governed
because they’re all stubborn,
seeking to be modern
and spread, exploit and churn
their folly and their germs.

I urge you to discern
the consequence you’ll earn
unless you can confirm
our legacy long-term.
We will not adjourn
until it’s reaffirmed
that history is stern
and keeps our old pattern.

If you do not concur
and submit to our terms,
then surely you will yearn
for courtesy interns
as funding will downturn
and we will watch you squirm
like spiders in an urn
at the point of no return.

Sincerely, Dr. Kern