She

Her strawberry lips
Send me straight to hell
My mind is in eclipse
A dark light to feel well

Made her a simple promise
She heard "I'll be back!"
These words were only noise
Now all she feels is ache

Indeed, the disease won't sleep
The disease won't seep
The disease seeks my secret place
Makes me sick of any other space

May I not be a creep
Yeucking as a knee on a scree
All I need is she
For my lonely happiness

The secret place

The horizon
I'd sit there!
I'd sit there
And stand tall
As a king

Breathe, think
Wonder, ask
"Would you
give me
this world?"

Wait, wonder
Wandering
Not a word
No answer

Such a bargain is a lost soul
The line teetered
Such an empty shell
All filled in red

A place I adore
A place I'd never sell

Seasonal Terror {A Mysterious Poem}

No point in naming such a monster

Everyone knows it’s coming

Everyone abandons the streets

It’s all alone in these dark

Desert roads, it reached

Its aim. It leaves the fun

Of jumping in puddles for

Another day. Lights go on

And quickly disappear, followed

By its scary growl. It owns a

Herd, its favourite pet is the

Flying black sheep

Something dares to move

Is it the beginning of a revolution?

A million eyes look outside their shelters

A million eyes look out for the great rebel

Are their dreams shattered yet?

The sky lost everything

When the stars fell down

Forgetting their beautiful language

Of rays and brightness

The monster sees the rebel, the lighting

And its growls are more and more

Upset at everything it loves

A painful repeated sound

Of biting rain-pins it’s heard

The fluttering scarf tied to the

Not-working traffic-light’s pole

Stranded, soaked

falls.