A free verse/haikus
Abused and bemused
So taken advantaged of
Accused…took the blame
Amused by muses
Strifeful peace don’t mix too well
Held on for dear life…
Crippled and confused
Delicately decaying
Bruised feelings…screwed loose…
Collapsed suddenly
Guess this is goodbye for now
Burdened — in a rut…
Cut down the ropes please
Tell me it’s okay…I’ll live
Give or take…at ease
Yet, I’m too nervous
Too fearful of what lies dead…
Dead inside — anxious~
Too afraid to let go
Rather be dead than alive
Feeling so hollow . . .
Here’s two words I feel —
Lonesome insecurities
You are a joy kill
I’m misunderstood
So? — you ask like whatever
Too good to be real…
Gilded in a shroud of leaves
Some of my favorite yet so abundant
They will hold you till you are no more
Yet so much more than what you once were.
My sweet, lets let you sleep.
The road will be dark
It will be cold
But it's the end of a strifeful live
One you help me fight through
So sweet and trusting and ever loving
Your love was one of the few things I cherished
And I rage at the thought of it being gone.
But your not, you never will leave.
Let us fade who we became
And be what we were once meant to be
You a beautiful beast, glorious and glamorous in every right.
Me..let's not think of me my sweet.
Let's just think of how beautiful life will be.
Your flowers will bloom with deep reds and blues.
The trees will have thick rings for years to come.
And you will sit, always watching.
Always waiting.
For that one last touch
That I will always give.
In spite of deceit or belief,
An aware mind shines bright.
Although a shadow is cast upon its relief,
These two are to come as one.
From stardust we have amassed;
As light we shall reunite.
For in this strifeful, universal might
Resonating waves - we, will always alight:
Time moves on
we grow old;
Life, for some
will take its toll;
Strifeful heart must I avoid
take road less travelled
ascending road
that path take,
ascending high
above the Murk,
of yesterday,
remove from mind
those days behind
let sink beneath
this present time.
Soul at peace better 'tis,
than darkened heart
full of grime;
turn one's back,
walk away
allow not strife
to have its way;
Tempus Fugit, humanity spared,
E equals M C squared;
Time Moves On, Unfurls its Plan,
Reveals its Mold,
restrains our hands;
Conform we Must, or Broken Be
'tis the System
them or me;
I choose mine
o'er other way
Freedom I
Must Retain.