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Erstwhile Failure

Howdy howdy. I’ve got a new poem for you today. Another sad one I know, but I think you’ll really enjoy. Let me know what you think in the comments below! Without further ado…

Erstwhile Failure

So there he sat,

surrounded by his closest friends,

at the edge of the world

wondering again.

Lies, he thought,

seemed all they taught.

His being alone was evidence of this,

evidence of his jubilant bliss.

It was always a shame

they never got along,

for now he thought it might be wrong

to lie upon a bed of blame.

He wanted.

That was all.

He couldn’t be but vaunted.

He always did stand too tall.

Here at the edge of the world,

he sits and wonders

if his tapestry of blunders

has yet been unfurled.

The Devil Comes to Take Us All

Howdy, everybody! I’ve got something new for you guys today. Hope you like it. Without further ado…

The Devil Comes to Take Us All

Bludgeoned by a trembling hand,

one might be seen by a terrifying man,

a man who plays about the land

getting on and on without a tan.

He’ll ride the six in two different cities

taking great pride in gross salacities

on his way to desolate things once pretty.

Down the coast in an ancient Plymouth

with skin that looks of chalky bismuth,

he’ll call upon the evil things within us.

Where he goes, follows the rot

and all those dark little thoughts

that dot your mind like a pox

that’s just escaped Pandora’s box.

When you alone hear the crow’s caw,

careful now,

you’ll be frozen in awe

when the Devil comes to take us all.

You Don’t Bug Me

Howdy howdy, folks. I’m fittin’ to show y’all a brand spankin’ new poem I’ve just written. It’s about the feelings you get when you’re trying something new. Without further ado…

You Don’t Bug Me

Cicada, cicada,

what do you see?

Much like a dog,

you bark up the tree.

~

Blasted blasphemers

that scheme and abscond…

What do they do

at the edge of the pond?

~

Tempted now

by shadows in the deep,

dip your toes,

and then you weep…

~

But weeping then,

is valorous and honorable

when it is the fragile pen

with which you struggle.

~

In the corner of your ears,

someone hears

the whirring vibrations

that stem from a thousand carnations.

~

And every color of the rainbow

sings a happy lullaby

to that one

happy little butterfly.

Flatline

Good afternoon! Anybody like heartbreak? No? Shut up and read this poem! It really won’t help but I bet you’ll think twice next time about NOT reading my poems. Let me know what you think in the comments below and don’t forget you can put your email in to get reminders of when i post. Without further ado…

Flatline

It was always meant to be for you.

Those two little words,

I do.

I’d slip the band around your finger,

gingerly,

cautiously,

and there for a moment,

I’d linger.

In your eyes I saw a light.

You’d hear my voice

and see my face,

and they would only get so bright.

Beep, beep, beep, beep…

Only now, I see not light,

but a wight.

Your memory haunts and stalks

with skin as white as chalk.

Why would you condemn me to this?

To dream of you in all your grace

then wake to cold embrace?

I’d almost managed to forget.

You’re thinking of me?

When will you leave me be?

Adventures End

Good afternoon, everyone. I have another poem today (shocker). I really hope you like it. Without further ado…

Adventures End

There and back again,

as in the style of old hobbits,

we go and have our big adventures,

on our quest against the dark.

We fight with swords,

we fight with knives,

we sail on ships

and meet old wives.

We’ll tread along the untread paths

and we’ll make friends

and we’ll make enemies

and we’ll fight the dark

and we’ll never lose

till the soles fall off our shoes.

And then will come the cobblestones

that form the path to home.

Why have you fought all this time,

but for to see that little village

and that spongy loam.

Now though,

that you are home,

what is it then?

The thing you must do?

When tyrants bend

and adventures end,

does it all simply go back to normal?

Who is this one that stands before you?

The same one?

The old one?

No, I don’t think so.