Tag Archives: short poem

Fourth Wall

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What is sadder than
a tragic love story?
‘tis to witness
the catastrophe unfold
While sitting behind
invisible bars
watch as the story
is being told
The characters
puppets naïve
confusing foolery
with passions bold
Here I am
A prisoner of
the fourth wall
with secrets to hold

Back Home

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The smell of buttered popcorn
in the air
As I run my fingers through
your hair

A lisp escaping from
your lips
As you wrap your arms around
my hips

Light brushstrokes against
my skin
Painting our stories
art akin

This little waltz that
we do
When there’s only
me and you

Merry-go-round

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Suspension
A brief pause
Uncertain cause
Realization
It’s getting old
Doing what you’re told
Expulsion
Purged idiosyncrasies
Forged ideologies
Repetition
That name, this game
The same, the same
Destruction
Yellow, pink tulips torn
Never to be reborn
Explosion
The end has come
Did you have fun?

Lost in London

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Black tinted
My heart-shaped glasses
Paradigm tainted
Monochrome flashes

Bright blinks
My hazy hazel eyes
Fresh flings
Parched grey skies

Wondrous wonder
My rain-stained window
Thunderous thunder
That veiny neon arrow

Misty smoke
My deceptive vision
Love misspoke
An unequal division