Scars won’t heal
Love can’t solve inner lust with
a prejudice heart
Pain can only be solved by
anomalous feeling
Happiness won’t last without
desire for one’s heart
Sorrow only fills the void with
unapt options with time
Lust won’t solve love if love
isn’t present within the heart
Death is temporary although lasts
for eternity
Passion isn’t love, lust or admiration
it’s simply exceeding inept truth of
emotional pain
Life is eternal without love,lust passion or feelings
Be mindful of your soul
at all levels of oneself
Ascertain throughout life with
all passions gaining upon you
Stay true loyal and amorous
towards one soul
As death draws near sing
ones life bereavement
Letting your soul omit your self’s
departure with grace
Sing your death song and
be forever gone
Categories:
unapt, allusion,
Form: Rhyme
"The Friend"
I own this stereotype.
Heavy in belly, soft tall demure,
Trying to saint the boxing sinner.
Mother loved, father manly worried,
I wander passion for unrequited state.
The socially unapt gazer, debating intent.
Waiting on the whom,
To confess rapture, for my scenes.
Then it came, love.
But time shorts bliss.
I slowly bleed its demise.
Insecurities constricted affection object.
With every needy utter.
How addictive,
The insecure mind, as it yammers meekly,
"do you still love me".
The dreamer price,
Is the distorted I,
with my grey speckling on my
"want to be cool " chin.
I dream less, and bitter for it.
When friend to lover, then told a mistake,
I leave hungry, Partner Full.
Categories:
unapt, life
Form: Free verse