Eyes glaring at my sealing,
Where my heart knew no healing.
Eardrums are drenched with doldrums,
Weary lullabies prompts to tantrums.
Legs hesitate to fuse with the dreary floor,
As it yearns for a flow to the shore
And my wits never wanna quench.
My clock moves by the inch & inch.
Days are endless, nights are sleepless;
Mind is thoughtless and I'm soulless
Fingers scrolling the contact
Anyway the screen remains intact
But how weary my nights are!
(30/04/2022)
Categories:
spiceless, anger, anxiety, cry, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Sprinkle of grit in the creases of faces terrestrial
Depravity aided by YouTube love advice tutorials
Doll eyes gloss lips curvaceous torso ubiquitous
Entices spiceless meat frozen with unhappiness
Piled minuscule crystals emenate white vibrance
Pull unseasoned cuts to sea salt tumult violence
Dishes missing piquant rub their raw in welcome
Against uptown gusto, ditch wrinkled wearisome
Screen learned psychology reveals men on X- ray
Seduction refined script, - precise final edit essay
Melting snow merges with meat, stinging and yet
Mounts a powder poured alternate animal to zest
6th March 2021
(not for Contest, as didn't stick to syllable rule)
Categories:
spiceless, angst,
Form: Couplet
GLUTTONY
We hunger for the salted tales
of bland and spiceless lives
We gorge ourselves on tasteless news
as soon as it arrives
We savor cuts of bigotry
then stuff ourselves with hate
While grinding on the rumor mill
that seasons up our plate
Categories:
spiceless, introspection,
Form: Rhyme