-Love triangle

There once were a pair of inseparable soulmates who couldnt get enough of each other,
Luna Thapa was a woman of ethereal beauty, while timid Johnson had a stutter

They met when they crossed paths for the very first time when they were both lost at their local train station,
And exchanged joyful laughter when they both found out they were heading to the exact destination.

Shortly after, Johnson married Luna Thapa, and they established a family together.
And every night in their bed whilst their babies were sound asleep, they had all kinds of ***** pleasure.

Life couldnt have been better for them till Lunas black sheep of a sister, came into the picture,
She was just released from prison after spending countless years for being a convicted killer.

Dove Thapa was her maiden name and unlike her sister Luna Thapa, she was always bitter.
She coveted Lunas successful and blessed life, to the extent that she planned to ****** her.

So one dark and rainy day, Dove in secret, brought two magical potions from a witch named Garland,
One was poison for her sister, and the other was a potion of love for her sisters husband.

That night, Dove slipped the lethal dose of poison straight into her sisters cocktail by the kitchen sink,
Then at family dinner, she handed unsuspecting and innocent Luna, the poisoned drink!

Luna perished instantly from the poison, unaware her sister was the cause of her demise!
Even in death, the poison's effects lingered, inducing spasms and altering the hue of her eyes!

Following Luna's passing, Dove then used her cunning to convince Johnson to cremate her quickly,
Because she knew that if the husband allowed for an autopsy, she would get the death penalty.

Before long, Johnson wed a new woman who only won his love with a magic potion of love,
For she was both barren of beauty and virtue which her sister both had. Guess her name? Thats right, Dove!

Envy is a destructive and contagious disease which compels the host to inflict pain and strife,
And like a predator, they only hunt the trusting person who always ends up losing their life.

I'm envious of that deep blue,
how it glided over skin and bone without a second thought.
The last living thing to hold you
before the earth.
My touch a forgotten memory to your skin.

With every shower, I'm reminded. No matter how long I stand
under the rushing beam
I never really feel clean.
You wasted away in the ocean
for 32 hours.
I stand in the shower for 33,
and can still feel the maggots.
They worm their way into my blood and my brain
and pour out of my eyes like tidal waves.

Ten winters pass swiftly,
and I return to this beach.
It feels like no time has passed,
yet my hands are being squeezed from both sides.
The water is unforgiving and beats the shore
over and over and over.
Laying down in the sand, like you once did
I'm enveloped in white washed waves.
Instead of drowning along with you,
I’ll float
on and on and on.

Poems flow in a stream
That winds through me
As I guide them,
Through meandering, uneven
Places in my life,
Or once in a while,
The smooth runs
Where fishing seems easy.
And I collect the pretty stones
That come to rest,
Water-washed, shining,
Along the river’s bank.
And often, there is a pool,
Green-blue, with clear water
And trout shadows, swift
And still, making a brief home,
Suspended above the sand.
Those are the ones I choose,
The surface touched only
By tree-filtered sunbeams
And beckoning on summer days.
It seems sometimes to me
That poets travel backward
Up to the source of beauty,
Where the water is still pure,
After struggling up through
Rapids and waterfalls,
Or wading through swamps
Down where the stream ends
And a wide river opens up.
Giant rivers can be majestic
But they often bury the gems
Brought down from the
From mountain caves and highlands
Swallowing them to swirl,
Mixed-up with the jewels
Of other poets’ streams.
And from remembrance
We gather our dreams.
Does sorrow fill the traveler
Who reaches the dark places
Where springs emerge
From some place we cannot see?

Yawning ocean current swallows
hollow bottles crushed for blasting
back to shore exquisite sparkles.

Grace that bears our abject sorrows
costs a change forever lasting:
birth again as broken marvels.

Do you know how it feels to be alone
all your life
wasted years and countless tears
wondering if you'll ever feel the feeling of love and company
that everyone else seems to have
yearning for a companion to vent to, make love to, and cheer you up
it's different when you've already experienced it
you've already had your fill of the pie
the rest are left empty, starving and left to die
all alone
they weren't as lucky as the rest
they don't have the looks or the confidence
they are thrown away like outcast
Society doesn't care how you feel
they bully the unloved
and wonder why they become mentally ill
I wish I had my fill of the pie
but I'll probably just die
all alone