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despair

i might know

a thing or two

about bad sides

and semantics

but your volatile

desperation and

petty attachment

reeks of pathetic.

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of hurtful jesting and petty amusement

i’ll break

my ribs

if i force

a laugh

of fake

scoffs

i don’t

want to

risk my

heart so

i guess

fuck off.

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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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Scenes and Sketches

Oh, how it’s been so long,
We’re so sorry we’ve been gone,
We were busy writing songs for you…

~*~

RAIN WALKS

Feet disturbing rainbow puddles

Wading in the ankle-deep flood

Zephyr and rain torn in muddles

Lost in the milky film of the fog.

~*~

PETTY ARGUMENTS

A shattered half-empty wineglass

Vermilion stains on cream carpet

Tongues storming off, quite crass

Tied in a fight that no one started.

~*~

BUSY CITY

Cosmopolites bustling angry in line

News swing from vine to grapevine

Suits and silk dresses, a bar rumble

Jane is lost in a crazy asphalt jungle.

~*~

DRUNKEN BETS

Caveats written in the cigarette air

Warnings washing up in selt water

Broken glass bottles decides dares

But the last laugh goes to the waiter.

~*~

EXQUISITE CAFÉ

Casual conversation in the quaint quiet lattice

Tall drinks of foamy, rich, and sweetest lattes

Croissants, cakes, pastries, a phantasmagoria

A mollifying ambience far away from hysteria.

~*~

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