Hairband
I lost a hairband that I liked to wear. I liked how it felt on my head. It had a gentle, wavy design That combed my hair back— Neither too hard Nor too soft. It clung to me with a silent “I got you“ promise.
Category Archives: English Poetry
What-if
She dwells in What-if lands Oceans of What-if eyes Seeking tears to wash Away the ruins of her life The hand of fate Has knocked again And opened the door To his waiting smile Yet there’s little left To be done or said When she
When Villains are Heroes
When you ever read Or watch a movie, Don’t ever feel sorry For the good guy. Always root for the villain. Don’t cheer When the righteous wins, Clap when the sinner Burns down a village, And holler when they take away Everything from the knight.
Zombieland
Congratulations! You made it alive From the valley of death. Only one could have survived— It had to be you. I was a limping sore anyway. It’s okay if you left me to die, I was already starting to turn, They were messing with my
Losing My Only Friend
Oh mother! Oh mother! My only friend is gone. What am I gonna do now? When will I laugh, And how will I smile? You have taken away my playthings. What will I play with now? I have no toys left. Who will I tell
When Love Was Murdered
I heard love died yesterday, It was murdered— Foul play. A bow of distance, The weapon of choice, Slain by the very Cupid’s arrow That had birthed it once. In the reasoning of time, One falls short of words And fails to understand— Where did
PTSD
Tears trapped in my eyes, From a past war Waged on my body. But my mind still carries Its wound— PTSD Is what they are calling it. I guess every feeling has a name. But I don’t know how A mere thought can be so
The Rabbit Hole
If things begin to spiralDown the rabbit hole,I would want you toLeave this poor sod alone.It’s a journeyTo the center of the earth.I can’t pull you down with me;You are not meant to burnLike us flammable.Not everyone shares a common fate;Some people are giftedWith graceful
Do I Say it Often?
Do feelings need be said,Or left alone in the abyss,Like a thousand thoughtsAbout you?I remember the first timeI looked at you—What I felt,What was spoken in the moment,And what was left unsaid. And how, every day since,I let you knowWhat I have always felt,To this
Bad Samaritans
Change that manTurn him into someone else—We didn’t like the first guy anyway.He smiled too wideLooked too happy.Wipe that grin from his face,Okay, let him keep half of it.We aren’t monsters—But let’s make him one. Bulge his eyes,Burn his ears,Slap his cheek so hardIt rings