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Second chances, they don’t ever matter

I’m an impossible person, a total mess

I haven’t got any clue

I lose my grips on foolish contrivances

That much is all true

But I found someone, a damaged man

Though I never knew

You are the only one who understands

And now I lost you too.

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a poem in the key of e flat

we shared

a similar tune

two kindred

souls in song

but when we

opened our

mouths to

duet, the

lyrics came

out wrong.

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a poem in the key of high c

we shared

the same

lyrics and

songs

together,

but we

sang in

perceptibly

different

melodies.

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Crashing Constellations

Don’t rain on my parade
It’s gonna glow in the dark
I like it better when you can’t keep warm
Don’t ruin a perfect thing, a perfect thing
The boy on the blue moon dreams of sun…

~*~

You have that applaudable talent

Of being able to drag me all down

When I begin to soar for the skies

And reach cloud nine daydreams

Yet you are still stranded on land

.

You have the amazing forethought

To pull my legs with heavier gravity

Whenever I’m reaching on for stars

And I accidentally take them along

Plucking a long string with my hold

.

You have unbelievable ignorance

Of asking why the long nights are

Cold and lightless, stark hopeless

And you’ve the nerve to complain

In most wretched, puerile manner

.

Still, you have a vexing capability

Of being able to claim innocence

As you buried the moon’s detritus

While standing in messy carnage

Of my body and the crashed stars.

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Puerile Insincerities

Halfhearted apologies

And florid indignities

Are all that ever came out

Of my sugary mouth

And they taste as rancid

As your juvenile pout

I surrender to your illicit

And raise the cotton flag

Unless I wish to wipe it

On the casualty’s blood

I’m a pacifist, honey

I don’t wish for a fight

But your prevalence persists

To rend another bite

Silence is louder than the

Little singsong mockery

You chant and allay back

Hoping to hurt mercilessly

You lick your self-infliction

As you taste the briny salt

Rubbed on open wounds

As if it was my sole fault

For a touch is all it takes

To cause you some harm

One word in charged tones

And you’re rendered alarmed

But for the last time, I’m sorry

I won’t indulge in your games

Even if you attempted sincerity

It will be unctuous all the same.

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Friendly Reminders

You are an irrational human being

Spurned by such hopeful ideologies

Flourishing from blotted optimism

And your own journalistic severities

You’re a complex mystery machine

With your cogs, bolts, nuts, or gears

Rigged into a smoother symphony

Of grinding, blood, veins, pain, tears

But tantrums tend to threaten you

Spilling over the cusp of controlling

My pillow’s too soft! I have no clue!

Such petty churlishness encoding

Two can play that game, I’ll indulge

I will let you throw bowls and plates

Shatter them, shards a nice mosaic

Until you can take no more of hate

Oh sweetheart, you’re a pretty mess

Wipe the ink from your eyes, okay?

You don’t need me to be your best

Your paper skin will start to decay

If you get broken by mere ant bites

How can you stand up to the giants?

If you cower sullen, lest not to fight

Dare you thirst to be one sycophant?

Kindly refrain backhanded assaults

And spitting venoms in my winery

I have my sour patch and my faults

Blame not the drink I taste, honestly

You must forgive my own invocation

Of my outward intrusion of illusions

I’ll bend and say I learned my lesson

And suppress this smile of ascension

Am I ruffling your feathers, my dove?

Don’t let this old friend be rude, hell

Irrationalities aside, you’ll worry not

For we gotta have our own fun as well.

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Misacquaintance

Dear Miss Acquaintance,

This is quite simply such a lovely weather today, is it not?

A fine blending of the seasons, neither too chilly nor too hot

Matter of fact, the sky matches perfectly the blue in your eyes

A cool ice cream colour with a sunny disposition, quite nice

Flattery? Ah, no no, dear miss acquaintance, it is all genuine

Although I quite like the rogue in your cheeks from the dopamine

But enough compliments, before I embarrass myself silly

How was your day, dear miss acquaintance? Pray tell me

I bet it’s been absolutely marvellous, a bonny little jive

Perhaps you’ve gone out with a parasol to take the stars alive

Or caught a redhead fairy in your perfume jar, named it Amelia

Gave it as a present to your cousin, who cheers in hysteria

Maybe you found a butterfly weak, tucked it within your lace hanky

Wept emeralds and rubies in a fit of an injustice melancholy

Ah, how awfully kind it is of you, dear miss acquaintance

Oh how I wish I wasn’t admiring your kindness from a distance

I sorely hoped I was there to offer you a comforting wonder

Or feign a jocular slapstick act to lighten your spirits asunder

Did you pass today by the candy shop, hugged all the sticky kids?

Did you pet that calico tabby by the park, just like you always did?

Did you set in motion a million carousels, spinning pins, Ferris wheels?

Did you make this planet a little greener than it is with your soft rosy heels?

You are quite the mystical creature, I must say, dear miss acquaintance

Your precious soul’s much too fine with purity for the universe to even taste

You splash colour to leaden tinsel towns like a Rembrandt with your dance

Making assurance that not a single day goes by you to wither and waste

Yet now it’s quite the gracious blessing to be resting at the same park bench

With you, dear miss acquaintance, it pulls even my stubborn heart at a wrench

You sit there with that whimsy smile of yours, polishing painstakingly your glasses

I stumble silently on my quill and linen as centuries cease, a sluggish second passes

Ah, it seems, dear miss acquaintance, that you’re rested and ready to head on home

You smile back to me, a glowing lollypop smile, and I trance before I wound up alone

Sitting dumbfound, holding a shaky envelope, a lost letter of all the things I have yet to say

Forgive me, you’re a busy maiden, my dear miss acquaintance, perhaps you’ll hear me out some other day.

Best Regards,

Sir Reptitious

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Feeling Sorry

I feel no sympathy
You live inside a cave
You barely get by
The rest of us are trying
There’s no need to apologise
I’ve got no time for feeling sorry…

~*~

I apologise greatly for acquiring onsets of terrible illnesses and ailments

That you simply dismissed as my performance to gain cheap attention

I’m severely sorry for the aches and pains and maladies that’ve stricken

Leaving my heart withering, and my debilitated body stuck in detention

I concur in my remorse, I pay shame and guilt over all my vulnerabilities;

Of dolefulness, exuberance, conquering emotions I’ve often submitted in

I feel sorry, truly, so sorry, yet these sorrows I have goes out to you, I fear

I’ll pay all my pities and needed sympathies, and you know why, my dear?

For whilst I’ve irrefutable evidence of my humanity, from the pains I’ve fought

You, on the other hand, I see, clearly do not.

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Descry

I’m struck sick with disgust

Bitter putrid and greenly sick

The peptic taste of indigestion

Overflowing and ever so rich

.

Wretched whispers I followed

Into the roaring damp old cave

Hoping there’s a bit of light for me

That I could still manage to save

.

Truth and information unsaid

Hearsay stuck in my dumb head

Discovered under the white sheets

A rotten tooth in sticky candy treat

.

Swirled confusion and contusions

Lesions in my buffering brain

Twirled allusions and illusions

Can’t make sense of all this pain

.

I didn’t see, I haven’t learned

When my suspicions were aroused

They were never really confirmed

But the truth will always come out

.

Can’t even make me forget

Can’t even change destiny’s hate

Can’t even change sides on a bet

In this cruel cosmic joke that I ate

.

I didn’t really wish to ever know

True that ignorance was sweet bliss

If only memories could simply go

I’d leave her hanging in the darkest pit.

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