#coveting
Mr. Big sits at his big mahogany desk
At the top of his big tower.
Mr. Small sits at his small table
In his small enclave.
Mr. Big buys what he wants
And then some.
Mr. Small buys what he needs,
But doesn’t quite make it.
Mr. Big gives in to instant gratification,
Even though it makes him empty.
Mr. Small does the same,
But thinks it would be different if he had money.
Mr. Big wants the world.
Mr. Small wants what Mr. Big has.
Their bank balances polarize sharply with time,
But their hearts are the same,
And they’re ignorant to this.
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
*You're the best thing I never had
A wound that never scarred
A rough road that was never tarred
a missing piece that finding's hard
You're the game I never played
an event destiny delayed
the blessing for which I should have prayed
You're the reason I feel betrayed
by the bearing of my Life's campus
the vintage painting on my canvas the fear I should have conquered
the scented fruit in the orchard
a charming smile I'll always remember
bears a much coveted glow of an ember
the one reason for my ecstasy
you're an apple my eyes yearn to see
you're a dream that happened so fast
a car that cruised by raising dust
you're a home I'd gladly have
yet you're beyond my league
Like that sweet grape high on the fig
you're an art I crave yet don't deserve*
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
Laburnum drooped its yellowest
Dull before me, sadly displayed
Benevolence turned jaundice, yellowish
Jealousy's desire, flowering sprites made
Yellow-eyed-monsters, distrust, umbrage
His look, laburnum, fallen eaves
Sun captured smote, yellow-eyed
Uttering to himself, "Mine," and "Me"
He went on as such, yes, fellow cried
What I saw, coveting, all yellow-eyed
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
Are you so unused to the way love tastes
That you smother it in salt?
Keep your bitterness to sharpen your palate,
Your senses are dulled, and your flavours uninspired.
Feed, then, on that which makes you salivate
You lust only for that which you have lost.
I will no longer feed you pity.
I am too busy feasting, partaking of joy.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
(Old fellow)
Hey there young one
(Me)
Yes good sir?
(Old fellow)- Doth thou haveth change for a twenty?
(Me)- no sir, didst thou not hear?
Thy dollar systems crumbled,
Thy government failed thy people,
Alls lost and mumbled!!!
As at that exact moment,
The old man realized it was the beast who had him all along!!!
As his twenty went up in flames!!!
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC