Have you ever noticed the Law is a bit... peculiar?
It treats "Filthy Pigs" like they’re much, much cooler.
I’m a citizen here, not a servant or peasant,
But the way they treat "Equality" is really unpleasant.
My mistakes get a fine and a stern talking-to,
While the "Old Ones" get lunch and a nice ocean view.
I’ve thought about not voting them in anymore,
But apathy’s winning, and frankly, it’s a bore.
I’d go "underground" to escape all the taxes,
But even the afterlife probably has "death-fax-es."
Is this the world’s end? Or just Monday morning?
I feel like my ancestors gave me no warning!
The rulers don’t care if we moan or we cry,
They’re busy eating cake while the world passes by.
But hey, Mother Earth is watching this circus,
And soon the "Big Trumpet" will finally work us!
Oh waxing Phoebe!how merciless art thou?
To stalk when my Psyche lamenting.
Thou art stoleth radiance of her sanctity face
Ye haven't thy own
Never bud aroma roses, it's not virtue
When my loved mourns
It's from her rosette cheeks
Thou grasped away her colour
Aurora!I pray unto thee
Ensconce my loved for mercy sake
Fear I, the lustful Sun
May perhaps, copulate her through radiance
Pluck away my eyes, oh lightning!
For I dare not to witness, my dying Psyche.
I feel maybe I hadn't chosen
My dream of studying abroad
with lots of sacrifices and restless body
I still end up being miserable
Abroad makes you thirsty for money
Where you quench it by slowly
Killing your health and body
Is it possible to go back ?
My heart always plead me
I smile gently and say
It's no worth of going back
I don't feel this place happy anymore
Neither I want to go back
What I want?
Still this question is pause in my mind
May be I have to adapt slowly
My mind says that
But my heart says
Please take me back
I want to be happy again
Stuck in middle of mind and heart
I pause for second
Anyway I have to continue this life
So I started my journey again
All birds mourn sadly
when all the flowers are gone -
at end of springtime
Colors once blossomed radiantly
Filling the canvas with life and hope
Brightening even the darkest room
With love and prosperity
The ceiling once stood tall and proud
Even in the face of the worst storms
The walls were a profound comfort
In the deepest of desolation
People once congregated here
Filling the room with laughter
As smiles peppered every face
It was but a sense of community
What once was is no more
For here I remain in a crumbling ruin
With a battered faced
And tattered clothes all alone
For the years have not been kind
When days are long but years are fast
The degradation of health takes time
But one day slaps you fast
I call this the cathedral of lamentation
But really it is the confines of my mind
Once a beautiful escape that is now
A prison in which I can never escape
I am a wallflower,
Tall yet not.
And despite my lush colors,
I’m stuck in one spot.
I see everything,
From arguments and friends.
I can even see
How the television ends.
I often wonder,
Why am I?
To be stuck on a wall
For them and not I.
Why am I here?
Wilting and withering away.
Shouldn’t it be better,
If I didn’t stay?
I am a wallflower,
I’m stuck in one spot,
Yet despite my lush colors,
I wish I was not.
september laments
while the passages of time ~
end her fashion show
autumn's falling leaves
where trees stand stark sentinel ~
skylines silhouette
natures saving grace
leaves silently lie in state ~
richly turn to dust
9/ 26/ 2024
My country is in quandary today
It's going to be an anarchy
Leadership is in a black hole
Being incompetence I should say
Demonstrations, rallies everyday
The hope of good governance seems
Is in oblivion and brewing war is coming
I love my country, this is all I have
I just want progress to my people
Why does democracy so elusive to embrace
My simple wish is just good life to my people.
The seashore holds me in grief
entwined with moss and nettle;
while thud of echoes returns
more shrill than a gull's lament...
In decibels of love passing
I hunger for night's soft caress.
Sophia laments the flute ~ for it silences man's voice of wisdom
Drop of tear
Splash the floor
She remain still
Until the gush of wind tilt
Oh my goodness
Why I have to face such freak
No one deserve to be treated
Like this
Holy moly even the season
Change with it's pace
Look, being human
My life depends on others hand
Heart pound every sec
Tickle of rain drop
Swept my Pain
Wind whisper near my ear
" Fight yourself dear without fear"
This word buzz my ear
Until I spoke for myself
No means No and it should be over
In the bitterness of my soul
I wept sore in my solitude
Wallowing in my sorrowful spirit
I lost the sense of my whole
For how long shall I continue in this service?
For how long shall you torment my spirit?
Your words have become like a dagger to my heart
Piercing it into pieces on a daily basis
Your actions have become like a sledgehammer to my heart
Smashing and breaking it on a daily basis
Is this the love you promised me?
Is this the sweetness that you portrayed to my family and friends?
Or, have I been scammed
Again?
At the announcement of your presence
My blood ran like the sounds of hell were chasing them
Causing my heart to beat faster out of fear
Yet, at the sight of your handsomeness
My soul suddenly becomes peaceful
At the sound of your voice
Like in the midst of the sounds of angels
My heart rejoices
As though it were listening to the song of the angels
Little did I know I would soon be engulfed in perilous darkness
That your mischievous smile
Will soon turn a burning frown
That those hands, soothing as soft clouds
Will soon descend upon my face
Turn my sexy lingerie into rags
And leave painful marks all over my erogenous zones
I am left to wonder everyday
What changed?
Because…
You are definitely not the man I married
Butterflies are my life and my profession,
yet I face my fixation question.
My study of pheromones
left you on your own.
This made you
moan
for one who
worshipped you alone
and might my neglect atone
To which I offer my confession
butterflies are my life and my profession.
Form - Andaree https://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/tag/11-lines/
The moon had risen its light
Into my bosom taking a flight.
Lofted from pedestal, arise
from this life's caprice
so delight
still but cries.
Life's mortality lowed, renounce
Its memories; never pronounce
The blades, the grass forbade.
Yet the cup of mad,
the death, announce:
Love is bad.
If you yourself, befall;
Then you yourself, a fool.
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