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At Least Lauri Still Has Hope At Her Disposal
Lock my loving Lauri in a sentimental squeeze
While bicentennial lights erupt behind the trees
Sparks rain and smoke remains and marries with aromas
No curfew 'til fall at Purdue pursuing a diploma
Sign the card and ice the cake and smile for your sake
Wearily wave and pretend to be brave in your departure's wake
Who'll walk me through each dreadful crisis
In dire desperation with my worthless devices
I'm a worm and weed with too many needs
A leech who feeds off your unguarded heart 'til it bleeds
I have failed with days gone stale and dreams derailed
Your soul was unfettered when the letter appeared in the mail
No longer caught and controlled in the pull of my black hole
As eyes scan the span of each hall with hope for a lofty goal
Taking in another breath of terrible toxic fumes
Signalling doom those grey and murderous plumes
Not clever enough to sever ties with scrutinizing eyes
For weak endeavors I'm trapped forever and never to rise
Blocks of time defined by designs to quietly follow
Praise feels hollow yet I solemnly swallow
Consume the fuel while I screw with my tool
With the cold commitment to the cruelest rules
As though to mask the blandness of my tasks
With carefully crafted comments in the off chance anyone asks
(No subject)
Ah yes my kind of cruel
Ah yes my kind of cruel irony. I guess I have lived a life of giving believing taking was for the needy and here I am finding my self sudden very needy. Huh huh hhaha haahahahah! Affections never travel back when they only go one way. the world owes me one hell of a lot my own black hole seems a write off! I love the drama of this piece it resonates with my own! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you very very much,
Thank you very very much, Ssmoothie. I often feel lke the needy person who's afraid to come across as being that person. I suppress it most all of the time. But I often confess it in my writing though.
Congratulations on your 50th post my friend :)
Congratulations on your 50th post my friend :)
Broken hearts only trusted time can mend
Quirky computer mouse difficult to mend
Logging in n logging out is a daily tirade
The black devil grins at my desperate peril
Maybe I'll trash the PC and pick up a quill
My PC mouse is troublesome.It walks its own gait
Waiting for Postpoems please wait !!!!
©bishu
Thank you very very much,
Thank you very very much, Bishu. That's been happeneing to me too. This site seems to take much long to load than it used to. Here I linger tapping fingers. Taking too long to load the graphics. Too much traffic slows the process. Measuing time by dripping faucets. :)