A beginning

To thee I tell of love and jeer,

to give, a colour, it must be white.

Colourless and innocent predicts the seer,

but with honey comes its spite.

To thee I tell of disdain and betrayal,

and, cutting deep within the heart of day,

struck swiftly, clinically as moray.

With such dislike brought hammer to the nail.

 

"Look at your dream; there is all you covet,

 All that you cherish, together as one,

Each imperfection driving you closer,

Not for you, not now, not ever."

 

Granite esteem

Planetary warmth, even grey delights.
Cinderous appetite lies beneath her granite shell.
Knowledge brings delight, transparent acceptance exudes two souls.

Longing

Dandelion clouds made of spirograph snowflakes.
Heavenly serendepity, perfection amongst systematic anarchy.

Nothing more than a glance pt.2

A glance. 
A simple collision of the eyes.
Viewpoints conflict, but the conclusion is salient.
Necks pivot,
leaving but a memory,
of the resplendent misjudgement,
that our vision blesses upon us.

Antithesis

Out of life and death, it is life that scares me most.
The obligation to support unsettles me.

Lottery

With a great enough incentive, people are highly irrational.
One does not buy a lottery ticket under the assumption that one will win.
The lure of wealth is such a great one, that greed swallows rationality.

I worry that I am doing the same with love. If I have found something special, then am blinded by its very beauty?
Am I irrational? Clutching at pipedreams?

The person who buys a lottery ticket isn't saddened by the fact that they bought the ticket, just that they did not win. Regret sojourns, but it will return.

Love does not come with a receipt.

Then,

I grow frustrated;
My aspirations wait.
Every moment lessens the chance.
Happiness is within grasp, but insanity is as close behind.

Bun

Slanderous wretch.
Doorman to the injust.
Gargantuan delinquent, put away your tongue and brawn.
The guardian of safety is the danger itself.

Longing

Savour and slavour,
I promise you happiness.

Nonchalantness

I need motivation to need motivation.
It seems that minimalism is good within art, but bad within persons.

Away

Go, flee to times previous.
You are still my zest, if you are bygone or operative.
An orange is naked without its skin.

Smirk

Soft features blur my judgement.
Quintessentially delicate.

Pride

Here I live, in my gated community.
Burrow away with those close and those closest.
Asymmetry forces a frigid convulsion.
The cold is awfully toasty this time of year.

Drama

A spree of expression, I feel I am making up for lost time.
"You there, children, stop playing behind that curtain, you're distracting the class."

Beauty

Mistakes, Nuances, Intricacies.
Thank goodness for the epiphany of a tiring heart.

Scaffold

I require you, young scaffold.
without you, I am weak, young scaffold.
As a scaffold, you feel you could support me?
I am a sucker for functionalism when it works.

Onwards with whim.

Why do hearses have seatbelts?
They should not be travelling fast enough to cause any damage to the passengers.
Or, if a collision was to occur, is there a more fitting vehicle to signify ones demise?
Irony over safety,
Whimsy over sadness.

Black

Sicked wickening,
be sad or be sadder.
My eyes shed not one tear,
while stronger men mourn,
I think to myself
I am stronger than they are for such complacency?
or am I less human?

Sweet

When hope is met a smile comes forth, and all is well.

While currently a technicality, the future is swell.

Either that, or I am setting myself up for a fall.

I seek forgiveness

Here is an apology to my one reader.

I was temporarily unable to write, and temporarily unwilling.

I seek my own forgiveness.

Nap

Tap. Wake. Move.
Care? No. Snooze.

Appreciation

A round of applause is the most vicious of circles.

Swift

Onwards and outwards I fly, but my leash holds me from freedom.
Return to copse, fleeting excitability.
Fingers chug along, having lost poetic automation.

Redraw

The serious and young, have never heard about what to do,
"Truth," he said.
Then, two days decay.
Tuesday; simple, apology or not,
If you can get more games, then play them.
With a smile now and then.
We laugh at me, a candidate.

No pressure.

The smile returns, and all is well.

But in an instant, bemuddlement.

Misheard, misread, misunderstood.

I sleep with ruled eyebrows.

Return, joyous conclusion, bring with you warmth.

For the tenderness of yesterday, needs not be a memory.

We live, through life.

Acceptance

We cry, but it could not've gone any better.
Two magnets, finally attracted.
But such sweetness only makes decisions harder.
The hierarchy of being ever changing.
Such opportunity will lead to regret.
Come join me, in the cave of ponder.

The calm

Sweet apologies, dear reader.
The harmonies of change wake me.
For the moment, I must live.
The world is only as pleasing as one allows it to be.

Table

He walks into a meeting, sweat gushing from every pore.
Their eyes smirk at his slimy face.
He sits; the pressure disperses.
Nerves shred the certainty of the man.
Malevolence rotates.
An embibing of thick air.
The plan is spewed from a leader, and the tension shatters.
Evil unites.

Daydream

Behind decorative eyes, lies a melting pot of experience.
Ideas birth new horizons.
For a moment, fantasy is reality.
Cognition erupts, tearing down sweet vacation.
Click, then grey.
Buy yourself a cup of warm despair and get back on the treadmill.
Don't ask for a receipt, it's too late.

A heated debate

Shouting  "Yes" at the cosmos does not make one feel alive.
It wounds humanity.
We are sleepwalking into competition.

A plumped tongue
The silent mouthing of demands.

Predictably unpredictable

A win on a whim,
an impossible failiure.
Life, oh how you keep me guessing.