They say it’s unhealthy
if you eat too healthy
but what am I to do
when everything I do
makes me fat as a cat
stuffed inside a hat
but what am I to do
there’s so much ado
apples, pears are body shapes
kale and fads, women of shams
it’s all just a scam
all I want is some ham
to stuff in my fancy bread
that’s all grain, oat, and dread
Oh, what’s the point of dieting
If it’s about hiding your craving?
Category: Unplugged
Drama Queen
Some say the world will end in fire
some say in ice
some call him a poet,
some call him lunatic
consulting he thinks he does
pissing people off as he goes
he’d seem so stern
and make you yearn
he’d tread smooth as shadow
but looks more like a strut
he’s a bot, a robot, a heartless wretch
just give him his violin to shut him up
he’d pull his collar up sans reason
show off his scarf whatever season
stands straight the slender snowman
scoffs at the opinions of other men
he’d play with criminal minds
break hearts as the game goes
The friend calls him drama queen
it’s Sherlock, obviously, he’s mean.
Game Time
He trudged towards me
in too big a shoe and tee
he stopped next to my chair
and looked at my tinted hair.
It was in a spur of the moment
my character needed adornment
And with his black beetle eyes
and tiny lips still showing signs
of the meal he had a while ago
he frowned like it’s embargo.
Then with hands on his hips
and a stern look over specs
“Stop playing and go for dinner!”
ordered my four-year-old brother.
Looks Say Naught
Her gaze was as cavern black
so dark I could barely see
past those sockets.
It seemed hollow
cold,
echoing, unforgiving.
Her touch was as cubes of ice
sending bouts of shivers
down to my spine.
Transcending to me
vague,
chilly, and nothing.
Her smile was empty as a cup
that had lost all within
and its hope.
Her lips parted
forced,
small, and unfeeling.
Her heart was as ocean deep
going further than ever
to cherish her love.
Though none knew it,
hidden,
living, and pumping.
Welcome
I opened my home to you —
Because you had left yours
And evil had made it worse
Reining unspeakable terror
On you, who’d done no error
I opened my home to you—
We are the same, you and I
arms isn’t our way of high
weakened by war this way
revive we shall one day.
The Chaos Within 