no idear

and now I begin
to bore myself
doughnut soap-bubbles
make mocking circles

jo

well, i tried to be of lucy maud
but in the end i was of louisa may
and the day will spin

so soon

is hate too strong a word, then?
jealousy perhaps comes closer
resent begrudge envy
and the facade, already paper thin
cracks and flakes and rips and breaks
and all the old insecurity shows
like dirty underwear through shredded clothes
perhaps as pleasant
that taste in your mouth
so familiar
still new
bitter sour rotten
cannot get rid of it

patchwork

discovered a secret surprise
all by my lonesome
and the wonder is how
unworried i have become
the future still out there
and bigger than all of us
but something tells me
all fear is groundless

more cake?

now i'm light like
vanilla
icing
laughing
gleaming glossy
sweepy swirls
dainty frills
full skirted
come dance now
sugar high

sink teeth

I feel rich like
chocolate cake
earthy heavy solid
mellow
moist dark dense
bitter-sweet
sinfully delicious
utterly delectable
bite me

coming up empty

Oh, for burning passion
Oh, for searing romance
For messy outsides
to match messy insides
Am I to settle for comfortable
what's settle?
what's comfortable?
nothing, nil, nix, null, naught, nada
zilch, zip, zero

redoubt

I worried that I liked you
for all the wrong reasons
because you liked me,
because you made me feel
interesting, pretty, special
because you were comfortable
and familiar
because it was uncomplicated
I worried that I liked you
only because
it was, oh, easy to like you
But then I thought,
well,
why shouldn't it be?

doubt

someone explain to me
what this clenched stomach is all about

bleagh.

nothing takes the shine off a perfect day quite as effectively as unwanted attentions from someone you have no interest in.

believe

and the youth will fix the world
what use excuse?
i would rather a bad day that ends well than a great day that ends badly.

honey bee

She will not talk. And sometimes it's the right thing to do. Sometimes you have to flash that glance that says move away step away back off. She will brood and ponder.
cogitate meditate ruminate. Fix it soon my bee. Or come home and I'll fix it for you.

carbon monoxide

slow poison, some of them
choking cloying suffocating
self-assured barbarians
aggressively aggravating
you spin a black circle
say, step over if you dare
retreat to refresh
emerge debonair
take a ball, spin it around
face a mirror, is it achiral?
not in my hand, love
just downward spiral
get blue, get low
breathe it all in
go mood indigo
and then all out again

what am i to you

Placed my heart on a platter
A token of undying affection
But halfway there I let it fall
In anticipation of rejection
Dusted it off, put it back inside
Convinced myself it was broken
So I could play the victim
Use my pain as a token

I sat in my empty rooms and wondered
What could have. might have, would have, should have
Am I not to know?
No one may know
What might have happened
But this I realised
I would have let you break my heart

I wish I had
It would have been
a step in the right direction.

copywrite

despair is ugly
self-destruct is fun
make up your mind
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