For several ages
Our relationship can be compared
To a benevolence fund
Always seeking a hand out
Never offering a hand up
The scales were never balanced
On one scale counterbalanced in pure gold
With dreams not at all foretold
The other measured in aluminum foil
With the value no equivalent
Of a penny being sold
A charity misfortune
You have been
Perpetually seeking help
Because you only focused on yourself
Which delivered me into
The grasp of death
I bet you regret
That I was able to come back
Uncondensed in full effect
Only to have you
Be a deadweight
For that I’ve developed
Emotions of loathing and hate
And this is because of our first date
I should have known
That I would become
An expert philanthropist
In contributing to the poor
You always requested more
Materialistic donations
And now I’ve made a head start
To take off and run
So I will not have to be the chairman
Of your benevolent fund
Categories:
uncondensed, abuse, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
This small kiss placed on my lips I smile at
Behind my eyes, a deep blood red appears
For the lust, I feel is nowhere near flat
Black Obsidian of this midnight nears
Romance, breathe it in your lungs like gray smoke
love radiating heat like dark charcoal
smelling light pink of roses, I awoke
The kisses down my neck, my heart, he stole
The porcelain of my skin pressed against,
His deep ivory, we're the perfect match
Like a light blue in the sky uncondensed
And a green absinthe, he would likely catch
My heart in his hands like a brown sable
"I promise this is love not a fable"
Categories:
uncondensed, romance,
Form: Sonnet
This agonizing pain I feel, seems to have placed itself permanently in my life.
Such Anguish, Indestructible distress; somewhat like a wife petrified for her life, battered
My brain is disorderly disfused, rather scattered
Optistically I envision uncondensed exhilaration and contentment
Skeptically I attempt to avail myself from such treatment
The hatred, the resentment
The tears over the years
The aching blackness reveals its definite position
To keep me vexed & grieved I believe is its sole mission
TAKEN captive, internally contending to overcome this overwhelming struggle called Life
Finding myself second guessing and always contemplating Twice
My mode of Living is rather quarrelsome, belligerently abound
Vainly efforts only to be bashed back to the ground
But yet Still I must Remain Strong...Keep the faith and Hold
Categories:
uncondensed, grief, hurt,
Form: Rhyme