Alone

I’m tired
Of being alone
How long?
I ask myself
Though I know
That the answer is
“Forever”

Mist

Can I hold you close?

He asked

I smiled

And disappeared

Into thin mist

Rejected Masterpiece

The rejected masterpiece

In all it’s pride

Lies

Thrown away

Staring wide eyed

With dripping mockery

At the haters

Who fail the task

To lessen

It’s worth

Celebrating myself

I’m celebrating

Beauty

In all it’s hatred

Rejection

In all it’s sweetness

Betrayal

In all it’s glamour

Disgust

In all it’s reality

Mockery

In all it’s truthfulness

Pain

In all it’s endurance

Hurt

In all it’s passion

Darkness

In all it’s intensity

Yes

I am celebrating

In all

Again

Back to the beginning

Back to rejection

Why does it still hurt?

It always was

It always has

Doubts

Can’t nobody tell me no?’

No, no

There’s truth in rejection?

Maybe, yes

The Desperate Clinger

Dear friend!

Let me tell you a story

This is the message I send

It might sting, don’t feel sorry

There was a  lovely girl

Pretty, beautiful and cute

There was a boy, made her skin crawl

He was desperate, no dispute

He was desperate for her

Clingy as hell

He wouldn’t take no for an answer

He said or else he’d jump in a well

Vexed to no bound

She slapped him and said

You won’t get yourself a wound

I know you’re a coward, it’s enough I’m fed

And that’s the end

And the lesson we get

Being desperate can’t mend

Your pathetic life, just forget

Alive but dead

One minute you exist
And the other you don’t
Sometimes your love is overwhelming
And suddenly you don’t even care
You show me peaks of ecstasy
You smash me down to bitter reality
I don’t know what I mean to you
But I thought you’re different
I don’t know what you’re going through
A part of me is always on your side
Maybe you don’t like me
I’m not ready to believe it even if it’s true

Attempt failed

I try to fake it

Try to make myself believe

That it’s okay

That it’s fine, and I don’t care

But it hurts

Cuts me deep

Like I’m bleeding inside

I want to run

Somewhere I can expel

Tears build up inside

But they don’t like to roll down

They agree with me

They know I don’t like to look feeble

But I am, aren’t I?

I wish I had something to clutch

To embrace my rumpling self

But again

I look like a masochist

Who would even notice?