#jilted
Juliet woke with a hollowed chest,
Pale as moonlight, robbed of rest.
Her tears still warmed the empty bed,
No whispered words, no hand to wed.
Romeo stirred with a rising grin,
The morning air a breath of sin.
Freedom jingled in his coat,
Dreams half-truths that barely float.
They were too young, hearts unbound,
Jilted lovers in a jilted town.
What a shame, for he's wiser now—
But she is gone, she won’t come down.
Juliet rose with fire anew,
Shaking off the ghost she knew.
She walked alone beneath the sky,
Found hope within a stranger's eye.
Romeo woke with aching head,
The lies he told now softly bled.
He saw through passion, raw and stark—
Chased fool’s gold that missed the mark.
They were too young, hearts unbound,
Jilted lovers in a jilted town.
What a shame, for he's older now—
But she moved on, and broke their vow.
They were too young, they couldn’t stay,
Two broken hearts that lost their way.
In this town of sighs and longing frowns,
Jilted love still haunts the grounds.
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 9:34 AM UTC
The rose,
Staid on the porch rail,
Was forbidden in the parlor.
First frost arrived,
Enrobing petals in velvet,
Crimson thick and skin softened,
Bewildering. Those who stroll by
Behold,
But not take —
Who could handle
The scentless spectacle
Spoiling inside?
A private decay in a white blanket tomb,
A fading in a deafened hollow.
Next year the neighbor will plant
New roses to surrender.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 2:55 PM UTC
Knocking on your door
But no one's home today
I brought a cake and iced champagne
It was supposed to be a special occasion
I call and get no answer
I get no explanation
I'm just standing here by myself
But I guess that's how it goes
So, oh well
Songbirds
Lovebirds
What difference does it make?
It's all a dance to be danced
The end result is the same
Everything that happens winds up in the grave
Still wide awake at 2
My palms sweat in a motel room
See you again?
Maybe the next time
Maybe someday soon
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 3:18 PM UTC
For when the sun burns and turns colden,
The bright yellow spurns from beauty golden,
to a lack of interest for a system
relying on light to pour; listen
though sound travels less
in haste, it makes our bodies bounce.
For when the girl is burned and trounce
The bright mind spurned from evening gown
to a lack of interest to assist him.
He relied on her light to pour; her to listen
though sorry travels, lest
after distaste, it makes us pronounce.
For when a mistake is burned into history.
The stone cold as etched again, and sought.
Good will may be borrowed, entrusted, stolen,
but rarely bought.
For when a daybreak creeps into horizon.
The stones thrown as glass houses brought
Goodly upon their foundations,
in the naked eyes of all sunspot.
May those coloured fractals of which lurch deftly.
Return to shared ***** directly, swiftly. Freshly.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:37 AM UTC
I smiled,
All the while,
It was as false
As a dice.
The came my laughter,
It was bitter,
Uncontrollable tears fell thereafter.
On the floor I sagged,
Within me a volcano raged,
Me,I, myself ditched!!
When many I had dumped.
All the wedding plans had been made,
All the time I was misled,
Not me, my best friend he wanted.
Suicide? Not my kind,
****** Was on my mind.
Then I realised,
The magma in me subsided,
With despair I smirked,
My eyebrows quirked,
Many I had jilted,
They must have been brokenhearted,
You reap what you sow,
In time, may be,I will find the right beau.
In the meantime I will rest,
Hot scented baths,soft music,
delicious food, the best.
Perhaps, a move to the countryside,
With family and old friends by my side.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 4:30 AM UTC
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Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 7:44 AM UTC
"As you are bewitched
By my beauty
Allow me to be a bit naughty!
Pleasure expect not to gain
Without a little pain.
Take me to
The most expensive
Restaurants that exist.
Let me order dishes top
On the menu list.
Hurry, let us go
To another place
Having for an open -kitchen
A space.
Don't you doubt
I have interest
For a none-stop bout.
Buy me
Expensive cosmetics
And shoes
Dresses and an overcoat
And what not?
Not forgetting money
For transport.
Though when
You got me first, I was broke
I had a pride strong
Like a rock!"
Although you seem a dove,
A wolf in a sheep's skin,
You are blind to
A genuine love,
Hence,I have decided
The problem to solve!
Before you jilt me
When I have nothing
For you to siphon,
Finish with you
I ought
As love must not be
A typhoon.
So dove,
Helpless, may helps you
God who is above!
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
I scratch a couple of lines
on a old notebook cover
about a beautiful girl
and her soon jilted lover
He stays out so late
til the break of dawn
the jumps into bed
with his britches on
he smells like beer
and farts in the air
pulls the covers over his head
like he doesn't care
his phone is open
a new girl on speed dial
she finally caught him
and starts to smile
she packs his bag
as he snores away
he has to go
he can not stay
grabbing him by the ankle
she pulls him to the floor
tells him to get out
holding open the door
he stumbles out
into the grass
"STAY OUT" she yells
"YOUR'E SUCH AN ***
he takes off quickly
in his fancy car
got nowhere to go
he heads to the bar
he tries to call her
she's done with him
his chances with her
are rather slim
he made his bed
it's where he'll lay
that's what happens
when you try to play
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
Cute girl, a dove
You grew up expectant
Of an inviolable love.
But,know there are things
You should, such as
Unfold the unexpected could.
Cute girl, ingratiatingly enjoying
A green light
To the citadel of your girlhood
At the height of your virginal beauty
Holding you close ****
Adept in creating the required mood,
A fickle womanizer may
Suddenly leave you for good!
Sister you should have
Seen through
Mr. Fickle's lack of personal
Integrity and internal beauty.
So cute girl ,please brush aside
Your self pity packed song
"My love for Mr.Fickle,who adorned
with my chastity, is
matchless and strong!"
Also cute girl , know you should
Punishing Mr.Fiddle
For Mr.Fickle's mistake
Is the worst displacement
You could make.
Thus cute girl
Better focus on the fact
You will be an efficacious cure
To a genuine lover yearning
For you with a heart pure!
The love lorn
Mr.Fidel,probably
Injured by Miss.Fickle,
Terribly clamors for your help
To nurse him and
To get him back in shape.
The past you will
Cease to rewind
Soul and body
With lovelorn Mr.Fiddle
When you get entwined!
When pricked with a thorn
Barefooted farmers
Pull out the thorn
With a thorn
So cute girl pull out
The ungrateful Mr.Fickle
With the grateful Mr.Fiddle
That way the problem
You could settle!
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
You're a pretentious, pompous, arrogant, megalomaniac.
I would be kind in calling you a narcissistic sociopath.
You suckle on the financial **** of "your" woman.
In an effort of acceptance their world becomes yours.
...and when you are done, you leave them empty.
Empty and in the cold darkness, much like your soul.
You're a pretentious, pompous, arrogant, megalomaniac.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC