"stranged" poems
A n attempt to bamboozle him.
D irecting the abomination
I nto my inner soul.
S corn, in the flame of passion,
A ffection going nowhere.
G iving way to struggle, looking for a
R eason to cherish
E very yearning.
E nding this bitter taste,
M aking this relationship
E stranged.
N ever will it bloom
T o a tender love.
© Hazel
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 7:52 PM UTC
Cold chills
Shed through
The sick move
In most nonchalant of ways
Time here seems to hold itself
In most futile sickest of bays
How beautiful
Are the smiling faces
When they shalt appear
Some move faraway
Some destitute
To stay here
What dont they tell thou
When thou arriveth
To this castlenest boutique?
That worries wilt go far
What awaits thou
Are the pukenend sheets!!!
Disillusion thy own party goers
Thy touch
Hast been lost to moonshine elliptical
And thy stones of divers toss!!!
Shruggers are raider like
Craters are from no advice
Wherein viking critics
Are systematically nice!!!!
Entertaining wilers
Are subject to falsifications own Warden!!!
All receipted
All burden
To clear away
The memories
Thou once forgot!!!
Now remember
Remember all those difficult ways
Thou once knew!!!
Burdenful crimegivers,
Thou masked conviction
And shrew!!!!
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
when trust has been broken,
and promises were forgotten,
can i love you the same way again?
when dreams were all shattered,
and sufferings were never heard,
shall we start all over again?
when everything has changed,
and your kisses felt stranged,
should you be my home again?
n o, n e v e r a g a i n .
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC
Oh, but does the mourning mother miss him so!
In the trailing yellows of sunset she sees him,
In the bed he used to dream in, now but a
pristine stain of blue against white, displaying the vague outline of
used-to-be times and the drool stain that she
couldn't wash off with tears
On the walls hung portraits of silence
(Was it just her or did the smile seem forced all of a sudden)
They stared with canvas eyes and
whispered footsteps that ran up and down and up screaming
Fly away butterfly, fly!
Fly, fly, fly!
And fly it did, crash-landing into a web of disaster--
Its black mistress spinning him round and round and round her
scarlet hourglass figure
Time lost its meaning that night,
Trapped in an endless labyrinth of dead-ends and
rubber bands he'd use to make constellations with
Imprisoned within the suffocating
Haze of thoughts, memories she didn't want to unlock
and smoke.
Smoke- slithering its way into the sky, smoke
coiling around its mangled metal corpse.
He was gone before the smoke had risen,
leaving her to sweep up the broken pieces of herself;
They bit savagely into her palms but the numbness:
It built a fortress of steel around her:
Impenetrable.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC