Poetry drips
Mind slips
Enters in my spin drift
It’s ok, I am very happy to show the facade.
Nice, not too crazy, see ?
I have practiced this look.
I’ve read the cool books
I like to (say I )cook
Pendulum Swings
Moody Blues on the speakers
Tuesday Afternoon.
First a thirst starts to burn and a shadow creeps in
Once again old friend a new enemy made
From conjured stories made up from a song seldom played.
It’s not true that time flies
when it’s anxious and ill
Time stumbles
Time crumbles
dropped the ball that’s a fumble
Can’t you be humble what is really wrong with you now?
Breathe
Soft light
Tell thetruth
About those lies
This really hurts I threw a tantrum
Threw the game
Through the roof my calmness blew
I sting my wound
And really
It’s supposed to be
Grit from the sand
Is that what you planned
When you stole from me
My last good drop of youth
Thanks
I am welcome
You are not
But I almost forgot to say
I should never have let you all
See me this way
Too late
Seems it
Is
Steemit
With
memes and
Gifs
Redeem
This
Resteem
Wiz
See Me
Sin
Dreaming
Hint
Fleeting
Wins
Be Free
Kids
Sleepy
Binge
Silence the sirens
wipe my lens clean too
She is the sweetest
why resist her too?
Disenchanted she dances
up on the tree tops
They came to trim branches
she couldn’t say stop
The leaves rustled rudely
The bark broke with haste
Bewildered yet still sure
this wasn’t a waste
A taste of fine breezes and
delicious delights
Held her tongue in a
tumbled up
twisted moon light.
The ending comes never
The story goes on
The girl
And the pendulum
swings all night long
