The story…Is both a comedyAnd tragedy-UnfortunateYet grand…In syncWith no plan. The plot,Is true!Still unbelievable…To you? Yes, I digress-It’s something-Those words…Without “how”To not impress. Each scene-Is Needed!Not matter how broken-Lessons pleaded. The narrator,I know!Too well…We talk,And not enough. The story. . .Is nice.Despite the nightmare-My life.
Tag: Writing
Last Night
Four eyesTwo nosesEquals a job done right…Until morning,And the headache,Laminates the mistakes…From last night.
The Only Truth
Because hatred, and treating people with hatred, has become so common that it is being used as an answer.
Lost and Found
On the edge Of lost and found
Hello Fuzzy
Hello fuzzy My old friend When did we become close? Or was there a when? Or just a comfort Before the tale The pain inside And unfortunate fail... And the break Before the torch Running to die Before breaking a porch... And understanding Like only a demon can do- Holding the burden Before hitting the… Continue reading Hello Fuzzy
Sin
The idea of space and time Is only a moment No punishment or forgiveness Or mind with matter… No, simply a piece To the game Or missing peace Begging fame… For are we not always nothing? Until we come to a truth Is not age or beauty Fake fountain of youth… Just a second In… Continue reading Sin
Tequila Sunset
Loneliness Rocks and shame Liquid gold An angel’s game... No earth to shatter Or glass to score No back to the beginning Or the moment before... Just a repeat Of a moment like this Salt for looks Before shimmering bliss.
In Vain
Land mines disguised as flowers Lightning in the rainbow Salt in the rain... Worms in the sand Life in the rocks Smiles in all the pain... And stories told For one more night Before the truth appears in vain.
Break
Yes!
And that
Tit and Tat
Force my hand...