Riding a Bye-cycle…

Once again his mood changes,

right out of the blue.

His contempt for me settles,

He’s the him I first knew.

It’s an emotional cycle.

It’s taking a toll.

It hardens my heart.

It darkens my soul.

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Bad books…

I’m sleeping over,

Iv been run out of home.

It’s the doghouse for me,

My friends spare bed’s on loan.

I can’t shut my mouth,

I have opinions to say.

So I’m back in his bad books,

And sent on my way.

Offended…

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I’m happy to look after you.

But don’t take it for granted.

 

Hate…

I have begun to hate you…

The way you sit on your high horse,

thinking you’re without fault,

while everyone around you competes for the best position

to kiss your fat ass.

I have begun to hate you…

Your slobbish, and grotty habits,

that make it a full time, despicable job,

for which you practically need a team of cleaners

attached to your heels

every minute of every day and night,

merely to keep the place clean-ish.

I have begun to hate you…

The snide remarks about me to (the constant stream of) visitors,

designed to make everybody laugh,

while a tiny bit more of my self esteem

shrivels up and abandons me.

I have begun to hate you.

Love and War…

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Threats are made.

Promises broken.

In the heat of the moment,

cruel words are spoken.

Tears are shed,

The anger is loud.

It’s time to make up,

but we’re both too proud.

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Goodbye God…

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I just used him for his six pack,

his perfect male bod.

Gave him years of love and tears…

 

He only saw himself as God.

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Rhythm and Blues…

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I’ve lost my rhyme.

The poetry doesn’t flow from my thoughts anymore.

I don’t know why.

I’ve lost my whistle.

There’s only silence from my lips these days.

I don’t know why.

I’ve lost my hum.

No songs are playing in the background my mind…

I don’t know why.

 

 

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