A covert narcissist dressed in a hand-me-down victim cloak,
Master of the tear-tantrum tactic —
He sniffles, sobs, and simpers until your defenses drop,
Then slides a betrayal in your back so smooth you almost thank him.
A codependent parasite latched to his mother’s emotional tit like a tick,
Bound by an enmeshed dynamic so tight you'd think she birthed him twice.
He’s 40 going on 14,
Displaying classic symptoms of Peter Pan Syndrome with a sprinkle of Oppositional Defiance Disorder every time life whispers “grow up.”
Zero employment history,
But extensive experience in triangulation, gaslighting, and learned helplessness.
He’s the CEO of deflection, a PhD in projection,
Weaponizing guilt like a toddler with a grenade.
He calls you "too emotional,"
Right after he weeps his way out of another confrontation
Like a soggy Machiavelli.
He’s not just a mama’s boy.
He’s her emotional husband,
Their emotional incest dressed up as devotion,
While he lets her make every decision
Between his gaming sessions and tantrums.
He’s the kind of man who, if given a mirror,
Would still find a way to blame the reflection for his failures.
Categories:
simpers, anger, brother, crazy, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Days are passing without any realization
My heart simpers with your imaginations
Something is stuck in my brain
Heart said I want to see you again
My window is filled with mist
The poetry told me to hold your wrist
When I stepped to that Room again
Realised I miss you often
Are you a rain of distress?
Or a rain of full of ease?
Whenever the drops touch my face
I get a reminder of your essence
Something kept making me empty
Maybe I want to see you in front of me
Drench me in a July rain
Tell me about all of your pain
I'm going through some hardest stuff
Yet I like you more than enough
Time keeps chasing our story
Everyone reminds us it's momentary
10 months are left to the termination
Just don't let this end in infatuation
I want to spend my Decembers with you
Hold my hands in a night full of snow
I want to try it with no remorse
Take me in and remove the curse
Don't let us go on vain
Set forth to your resilience
Hold on the time
Don't let us stuck in a poem
Prove me right before the weather gets more tough
Say you like me more than enough
Categories:
simpers, love, poetry, summer, youth,
Form: Acrostic
Written: October 28, 2023
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Autumn shrubs gracefully fall to the ground.
Crimson love dips; its bright sparkle is around.
Life is struck by the tempo of men's embrace.
Cool tumble weather has settled in with grace.
Colors merge and mingle in a saffron delight.
Cherish and share them with the Moon sight.
Such as the vivid tail of a rare comet.
Simpers strive to be savored and fade with garnet.
Ask for just a few moments of peace at night.
The stars twinkle, and the night sky is bright.
In this faded deceit, where dreams and truth collide,
A picture is such a joy for capturing the vital side.
It's an everlasting enticement as it lays its spell.
And spiels as slender sporadic stems should swell.
The key to happiness may be spotted in silence.
Such times and places remain in defiance.
As the wind gently rustles through the trees,
Nature sings its symphony with a gentle breeze.
Leaves twirl and spin, akin to dancers in the air.
Creating a masterpiece beyond compare
Categories:
simpers, analogy, appreciation, autumn, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
red dwarf stars compete
to over shine giant stars ---
the polestar simpers
30 January 2023
Categories:
simpers, stars,
Form: Haiku
This love simpers as it scratches.
It has no face yet is etched in beauty.
It tugs the root of you,
it nails sorrow to just sadness
then when you are alone
turning in a bedroom cyclone
it lifts you into a twirling bliss.
Who said that God was dead?
God is a portrait of you as you should be,
of course it hurts when you look into the mirror
it is meant to.
Of course these crowns of thorn
we weave in secret
draw an iron blood
how else would we recover
from this self, this love,
this prayer that bleeds
through the ears of all who yet
still bay at a sightless moon.
Categories:
simpers, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Sun bled heavy eyelids
close in mid day glow
bee braises by
dogs snuffle near
cloud clumsy
wind simpers
breathing sweated air
no care
Categories:
simpers, poetry,
Form: Free verse
comfort food weather
morning simpers above the trees
pallid almost white
the golden roar of summer
of warmer times has turned away
migrated to the bottom of the world
earth is spare, lean and hard with frost
I run to the wood stove it perks merrily
bright coals hungry for fresh fuel
I dress hurriedly chills chasing across my back.
these are vivid, stark days
filled with complete wakefulness.
clear eyes shed watery tears and
lungs gasp at cold airs intrusion.
frozen logs chime as they stack
beech, ash, maple and oak.
I move toward the cottage
arms filled with the days coziness.
dinner, soon to be cooked.
I pass the garden daubed in various browns,
not one echo of her former glory.
yet I see spring rising up
from the still visible mounds
where bulbs lay in wait.
a winter witch glides across the sky
dragging grey black snow clouds
in her frigid wake;
this is the day for stew
and loaves of fresh baked soda bread.
Categories:
simpers, autumn, heaven,
Form: Free verse