He gazed just past her empty, soulful eyes
and said, "I really kinda love you so.
I always sometimes see you as a prize
and feel my love will surely maybe grow.
In one or maybe nine or seven years,
I'm almost pretty sure I'll want a wife.
If you say 'Maybe not," you'll see my tears.
Your words will cut just like a butter knife.
The children we won't have will be so sad.
The home we never built will soon fall in.
The in-laws who aren't there will be so mad
because we weren't where we had never been."
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"I've seldom never heard such heartfelt bunk.
You've made your feelings clear as mud," she said.
"I think I know what I just heard is junk.
I sorta wish you'd drop somewhat half-dead."
September 6, 2021
entered in the Nonsense Rhyme contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
on the
fence
always
lived
one foot in
one foot
outside of
the box
inter-changeable
behaviors
unstable motivational
changes
indecisive indecision
unclear clarity
clear as mud
My wasteland
This is my wasteland,
This is my grave.
This is my graveyard,
I can no longer be saved.
This is my funeral,
This is for real.
This is the end of me,
This is how I feel.
The pain and hurt reflects your love, as clear as mud
And in my dying mind I know you could never be mine.
I did all I could but it was never enough
And now I am all out of time.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
CLEAR AS MUD
CLEAR AS MUD
STORIES UNFOLD
OF YOUR PAST
SITTING ON A SIDEWALK CAFÉ
YOUR FUTURE APPEAR
WALKING AROUND
IS THERE ANY DAY
FOR RIGHT AND WRONG
YOU SHALL SPLIT
TIME IN HALF
AND THROUGH YOUR PATH
INTO THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
I STAND IN THE MIDST
WASH YOUR TEARS
CLEAR AS MUD
CLEAR AS MUD
DREAMS
THAT COMES YOU ARE
LOOKING FOR THE MOON
I CAN’T BREATHE
YOU SHALL SPLIT
YOU SHALL DIE
Jezabella Kipp
Its nostalgia that killing me from inside
its worst I know
Never I ever felt such ,
Its making pain and it grow.....
The path is as clear as mud
and I can’t even shed tears to make it flow
The time is moving, The next sun is to glow
My eyes wait to see
but mind refused though.....
Soul is charming, its laughing ,its quite busy in dreams the real self feel empty
and it even can’t scream……
Its constant ,its flowing,
its toughness that surround
The stones i know better
Then the living beings around
The feelings are light as light as straw
but where to fly how come they know
Sometimes it hurts it hurts deeply I know
This is crap! It's all a hoax,
another of life's stupid jokes.
Just when you think you've made it stop
the devil's other shoe will drop.
How many times can we be fooled
and think that Hell has finally cooled?
Like children, we all run outside
'cause someone said that pigs could fly.
We think we have it all controlled,
then Fate reminds us of its hold.
We're actors and the play is writ
and we can't change it, not one whit.
Although we mewl and whine like babes,
the play goes on upon the stage.
They lie and tell us will is free
but we are damned to eternity.
And when we realize and stop
the play goes on, it matters not!
Nothing stops the play, you see,
it just goes on eternally.
And who is all this acting for?
For any viewer, it'd be a bore.
We know that God left long ago,
tired of this painful show.
And daily , many actors quit
and nothing changes, not one bit.
We realize , with much chagrin,
that it was pointless to begin.
The point is made, and it draws blood,
the meaning of it, clear as mud.
So jump back on the carousel
and ride again, what the hell.
No matter what the stars just won't shine,
My life is theirs & no longer mine,
Irritated & hurt as far as pain can go,
In my perfect world the moon won't even
glow,
Tears drain from my eyes only at night,
I follow this road in the dark to see if
there really is a light,
The life in my soul is bound by fire,
It's hard to get the will to climb higher,
Crossing paths rain has well washed away,
Threads that piece my heart together are
beginning to fray,
My fake personality presents itself to any crowds,
Watching it from my lonely position above the clouds
The new day appears the same as the last,
Clear as mud with the dull image of the past...