Mostly Poetry and other musings

Fuck, Hope

Once there was a child
Watching the wild tide
He didn’t know how to write
Say, or think. Just waiting for a bite
Day in and day out
He was a solemn fuck up
Nobody knew, nobody cared
And when he wanted talk, he hadn’t dared
All the vultures and wolves he hadn’t seen
Came up alive on the lovely blue screen
A day rushed, and like the world
He fell for a girl, meh a vanilla love and word
And then came the kissing,
And then came the missing
Romantics all around just hissing
And cussing, for all he cared he was just pissing
The color of red, white and blue
Washed away to gray, coz in life, there ain’t no thing such as a glue
Broken heart,
He took the pen apart,
Papers were rumbling
But he wasn’t crumbling
Coz, hope is for souls burning in a crater
But I am the blazing fire that unaffected by the former

Death by Neon Blue

Floating on the neon blue
Eyes stuck to the dark skies like glue

Drown any lower, I’d die breathless
Stop flapping, death comes nonetheless

Between the relaxation and keeping dread so far
Existential questions popped up, for each shining star

How can one be so unwind
Yet, be lost in thoughts and strained?

Who cares? So, I bred the thoughts in the silky ripples
Water, why? Sky, why? Air why? All followed in trebles

Silhouettes of trees towered upwards
And ever so slight breeze came towards

Unwound and undone, My mind
aimless, wandered so kind and blind

Why is the sky so evenly bright by the day
And night only comes with twinkles at its bay?

I thought finding out comes close when dead
So, I let Adam’s ale take over to hit the bottom bed

Change

Change, Why does it happen?
At times slow and most times sudden

From scorching love to peaceful retract
From painfully inseparable to grievously cracked

Best when hoped for peace
Not when the hurt’s obese

Change, the constant reaper
Of life, from the first dot till the last paper