A poem about my chemistry teacher:
I lecture children to their grave
Cut their throats if they don’t behave
With sticky blood my palms I lave
You dare to argue? How so brave!
All my minions – I make deprave
Lend me your ears : I’ll rave and rave
Not a soul I’ve ever forgave
Onto hell my way I shall pave
I’m neither a knight nor a knave
Just an old hag condemned, enslaved.
Once, I murdered a boy named Dave
He told me I needed to shave.
I hung him and made him my slave
And made him swear not to misbehave.
A rugged glimmering stone
Swept into flowing waters
By winds of coming of age
It is hither – thither thrown
Polished, cut unto quarters
And hurled in a sandy cage
‘Tis now yet another clone
Glimmering jewel no longer
Salty waves subside
In the dying blue coast
A sluggish genocide
To bygone beaches – a toast
Habitation is of the past
Hollow shells cluster the sand
Light is fading fast
Ghostly winds now almost bland
Twilight turns twinkling pin
Into distant specks of dirt
That dust blue, making dim
The once glimmering hearth
(A/N I hope this is decent. BTW this one’s a song! With an actual tune and everything LOL)
On sunny faces
As gums give way
And begin to bleed
That once laughed
Now only stare back
Of lies and deceit.
Now mornings are filled with nightmares
Tender hands, are full of grime
The golden past lies forgotten
The present is barren and bleak
A never ending midnight.
The world was once
A smiling face
But now it’s ailing
They toil away
Away from their games
And all their dreams
Have been snatched away
She looks around with pleading eyes
Yet, none look at her for a thrice
She cries out for the world to hear
All she receives is a deaf ear.
Locked within her four solid walls
She waits in vain for returned calls
She writhes around and cuts her skin
And hurls her sick into the bin.
She never thought, but yet it seems,
The world would not accept her dreams.
I walked past a morgue today.
Pictures of gore and pain graced my mind.
I stared at the bolted door
I let my mind wander free
And was possessed by the terrifying thought
Of one day finding you encased
by its sterile walls.
I cannot give you up
I need your optimism in my life
I can’t give you in
to the gods in heaven
that you’re so fond of believing in.
But it’s not in my hands
To hold back a soul
Whose time has expired.
I wonder if I might break
If I see your bod go up in flames.
Or if I might be overjoyed
That sorrow can no more
Imprison you in his skeleton fist.
Harsh words –
They draw crimson,
And they push you into a ravine
Of sordid self loath.
They make – forget
Little cheers and ecstasies
Till festering wounds
Become your only vice,
And a happy world
Is naught more than make – believe.
The sun shines oft and sure
Yet icicles form
Inside your entrails
Making you writhe in agony.
Golden smiles are all around
You plaster one on to mirror them all
But yours, my love, shines far fairer
For underneath it
Burns a pyre of despair