Does the storyteller aways have a Spirit in hand, Alone in the dark While spinning his tale? Or can it be a wish? Maybe a child? A lover? A hope? A thought? A feeling? One that isn't failure, I mean. Or maybe just a cup of tea- I prefer that to whiskey and ghosts.
I'm brooding over a mug Of black coffee at 4am, Trying to warm my cold bones And broken heart... Oh please, I drink green tea After my morning yoga; I'm about as happy as it gets. Unfortunately mountains poses And sunrise Don't sell quite as well As moonlight and despair.
Oh, honey, There's no need to throw Your concern around like A balloon in the wind, Just constantly wafting around my head. I'm fine! I would not be so vain To write everything about me; And I would not be so Un-artful To only take inspiration from That which is closest to me.
Excuse me, but the sun is sinking and I must bid you farewell And crawl back into my cave Of parchment and torment; The walls are covered in the Graffiti of my innermost Desires and regrets, And every night I lie surrounded, Reading and re-reading Every terrible line, Every spelling mistake And bad punctuation. It's… Continue reading yes, this one’s sarcasm too
Dear Diary, Someone else mentioned they'd Read my poem today. It made me happy that they'd taken The time to do so. But then, They did not tell me what they thought- Not even a simple compliment. No, They asked me if I was ok ...
I'm afraid today's poem won't be much good. The sun on my skin Is making me far too happy, And I keep accidentally saying 'Good morning', 'Hello', and 'Good day' to the people who walk by. I tried coming outside To be inspired by my loneliness, But I'm afraid I'm more inspired By the green,… Continue reading I’ll try harder next time
Today I went to the shops. Yep, that's it... Not exactly art inspiring. That's why the poems Are getting shorter; I'm afraid Buying milk doesn't exactly Aid me in my existential search for meaning- It does help me make my coffee, though, Which- I hate to admit- I think I prefer.
Feelings are good inspiration, But I do not write such poems To declare my days and Tomorrows to be riddled with More 'hell' than yours- But, I suppose, Some words have more than one meaning; Most people have more than One demon, I'm just happy to Wade through the fiction For us both, Hopefully finding… Continue reading Feelings are good inspiration
I didn't get a chance to write today- I was too busy sweeping the Floors of my chambers- Although I did leave a few cobwebs, Just for inspiration. I tried to find the spiders To invite them to dinner, But I think they abandoned me With the rest of humanity- Why, oh why? I… Continue reading It’s called sarcasm, dear
To whoever said I was doomed: Thank you, 'Cause I think you'll find I am, And it was So Helpful to learn it early on. Now, Stop your worrying and tell me: Would you like one serving Of self-deprecation Or two? Since you've freed me from my own Self-reflection, I think you'll find I have… Continue reading Doomed, You Say?