Speaking from experience
as not one to falter
at the altar
its no illusion
why I came to this
wedded bliss conclusion
the institution of marriage
is one I won't disparage
for better or worse
wedlock is the bedrock
of civilisation
and of course
the only
reason for divorce
Categories:
untying, divorce, fun, humor, marriage,
Form: Rhyme
let's untie
all grips
that tie us back
we are so fragile
as our dreams...
let's free the heart, so that
let's not live hostages
of our weaknesses anymore
and thus
be free,
to love again!
Categories:
untying, adventure, allusion, appreciation, extended
Form: Free verse
The Poetry of time
its present sublime
Each moment by degree
untethered reminds
The Poetry of time
forever refined
Rebirthing the constant
—our essence defined
(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)
Categories:
untying, time,
Form: Rhyme
If you untie my heart
can I unravel lost in your arms
If you try to know me
can I become who you want me to be
Maybe I am a little complicated
for a world that wants simple and fast
Maybe I could be persuaded
for a night that begins with your kiss
Why do you love me
I'm not a real prize
Why do you untie me
I'm going to run away and fly
I'm grounded for reasons
I want nobody to know
I'm bounded by memory
I can't let go, chains of doubt, chains of doubt
Untying my heart, untying my soul
Your love builds me up
Your kindness isn't pity
You hold me, you hold me
Hold on, hold strong
I don't deserve your love
I don't deserve sweet you
Untying my fears, releasing my love
Freeing me to be captured by sweet you
Categories:
untying, abuse, heart, love,
Form: Free verse
I’m looking for the world,
But the world isn't looking for me.
I thought I had the answers, sitting by a tree.
Like Newton did when the apple came suddenly.
Everything to me is just a big meloncholy.
I wish I could make myself feel something else.
But instead I just feel like ice that will melt.
Nothing in my life makes any sense what so ever.
I go about life as if I were actually clever.
Nobody cares to listen, whatever.
My words are pointless, and you never cared for better.
I have created a trap in my conscious, stitched like leather.
It's permanent and I feel like I can't change my stormy weather.
I have learned to deal with the reality that was given.
But I refuse to let go of my story, how unfitting.
I am not surprised that I am failing so miserably.
I almost had it all, yes, almost in synchrony.
One piece at a time, like parts of a Christmas tree.
Decorating my life, ever so slowly.
As I see myself in the mirror, so lonely.
I put on a smile and say "forget you, Jeromy."
I was given every opportunity to advance.
But God didn't save me so the Devil took his chance.
And won.
Categories:
untying, adventure, angst, evil, loneliness,
Form: Verse