"sourer" poems
A heart that’s filled up like being buried alive |
“Occupational hazards” that slowly poison you |
Bruises getting sourer than
an astronaut’s vertigo |
Bruises are left to be unhealed |
Sorry, Doctor! Your medicine isn’t working
Looking so sipped off and drained
Devoid of any humanity’s stain
Thinking of drowning down
the system that’s already dead and down |
We haven’t heard from them longtime and again |
But please let me take a more cautious,
loyal approach to you all over again |
A slow poisoning of carbide, formalin
to finally having pure, clean cyanidical mayhem… |
No vertigos and no more spinning please |
No vertigos and no more spinning please |
No vertigos and no more spinning please |
Peace with myself at last |
Peace with myself at last |
This is my final epitaph | my choking heartache |
No vertigos and no more spinning please |
No vertigos and no more spinning please |
No vertigos and no more surprises please |
But still what a wonderful feelings I had I remember now |
Such a wonderful heavenly bliss it was |
No vertigos and no more spinning please | (let me steer up to eternal bliss) |
No vertigos and no more spinning please | (let me steer up to eternal bliss) |
No vertigos and no more spinning please | (let me steer up to eternal bliss) |
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
Her eyes glistened like granules of sugar under bright light
Her hair flowed softly like warm chocolate might
Her skin was like toffee, though when I dared take a bite
It was for times much sweeter than she.
Her heart shined like gold foil I hadn't yet unwrapped
Her touch lulled like syrup and I soon became trapped
Her words first candy-coated but those quickly were scrapped
It was for times much sweeter than she.
Her cares became much sourer than I wanted to taste
Her sweetness grew moldy and she tossed it with haste
Her love frosted over and she lay it to waste
It was for times much sweeter than she.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
As I waited for Her Words,
I wrote a Song for the Birds.
Lying down on My Lawn,
I searched for Words in the Sky.
The Words came Tumbling,
As the Clouds went passing By.
Words are Innocent,
As Innocent as they can Be.
But when harshly Spoken,
they sting U like a Bee.
Words give U Freedom.
Words push U High.
Words can bring U Down,
That's when U begin to Cry.
With a speechless Voice,
that's sourer than Curds.
My body is filled with Melody
and I'm on the hunt for Words.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 7:00 AM UTC