"embroilment" poems
Black coffee in a white cup
Half awaken for a new day.
Coffee without sugar to sweeten
Day spring arise sad in one January day.
Coffee with friends at noon
To embroilment stubborn world.
Dusk coffee associated with tobacco
To **** troubles and have fun
Up to lunacy.
One coffee, two coffee, three coffee
To **** grieving
When you are desperate
Dark coffee, macchiato, espresso
To celebrate defeated King’s victory.
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
I’m as bad as it gets
And as good as I feel
The fallout has left me to die
And I recently learned
She was only concerned
Of my requiem
Chaos stopped by
So the bomb’s embroilment
Greets at my door
To the monsters and passerby’s
And away in a plane
My dear love disdains
As a widow
She only cries
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 9:20 PM UTC
We were huddled up, resting in a vacant lot.
Her eyes singing to me a serenade of sorrowed
embroilment. She was a moment away from
being a glancing thought in my mind.
We collaborated on our misfortune, designing
what we could to rebuild. But the lot was vacant,
and everything we tried either subsided or just
collapsed in tattered folly of what was tried.
We, us, each other.. just weren't like that which
was built upon the understanding of the other.
*** holes had collapsed leaving vacant spaces
that we once filled together...
We tried to mend bridges but words washed
them away... we tried to hold each other,
but we were like magnets. Close but further than
we thought, she walked away, I just stood there.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC