"bittersweets" poems
What an odd ingredient sadness is.
It salts a tear, bittersweets a kiss,
Hungers us for the things we miss,
Ever abundant, such a convenient thing,
I can find it in everything.
A death, a birth, I cry for both,
Gild a sorrow, a wistful hope,
Ripe melancholy I savour most,
Yet a pinch too much is a lethal dose.
I was often told it shouldn’t be,
But the clown that frowns was the perfect me,
Thin taunt and cackle, ghosts everywhere,
Sometimes I hide, but it’s still right there.
Perhaps I’ll woo this lifelong friend,
Embrace this thing I cannot mend.
Odd comfort in a peculiar way,
To know this thing is here to stay.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
I am walking.
Pushed slightly, by the northeast.
My companion yellow in color,
fondles the air with his muzzle.
Our strides take us forward.
Galloping cracked pavement.
Exploring familiar arch ways,
of hemlock and bittersweets.
Our view is panoramic.
With flights honking in the distance,
as they return to the waking land.
We huddle at the top.
Where we watch the day,
tuck away into eves pocket.
This light is special.
It is a sensation of nothing,
and everything.
It fills you and the land,
with just enough.
Then swiftly dims away.
Leaving softly.
Is truly a perfect,
ending.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
False truths
True lies and bittersweets
These you offer my only, my complete
They're shoved as stones down my throat
I swallow them whole as I do it all
for you as they keep coming i
Just sit submissively silently as you
plough my skin and sow more corruption
More pain more lies
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
Swing sets and sunsets
both leave a bittersweet taste in my mouth
yet I still go running back to them
those rusty chains that hold up my world
and the pastel hews that surround a glass memory
both could come crashing down at any moment
but here I am again
running with a hope-filled heart
That one day I will be able to feel
like I did on that swing
with the yellow fading into orange
fading into pink clouds
fading into two blue eyes
fading into my soul
I will continue to run
until that swing set falls
and the sunset fades away
into the empty darkness
of an endless night
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC