Sorry, I wanted to try something new and I didn’t notice the error link. Hope you enjoy this new poem.
Are Empty Beds a Good Thing?
I’m at the emergency room
Unable to sleep at night
There are three empty beds in front of me
It’s February 18, 2022
Nurses’ Station
Blue scrubs and face masks
Paperwork and monitors
And continual check ups
Waiting for the next emergency
The night shift is ready
Scented Love
I didn’t realize I was a fan till I saw it
It was a spark of desire
to own and to hold
to feel the warmth in my hand
to smell the top notes and base notes
the heart notes mixing with afternoon light
Melting by my side
Wax and music playing down the day
Cast small fires
upon peaceful loves
Fan of my fantasies
I’ll admit I’m a fangirl
Member of many, many fandoms
I buy merch,
I write fanfics,
I celebrate stories
with money, time and effort.
I live in multiple worlds
Different universes, altering timelines
Transported by screens and pages
where canons go over my head
and fanon aims at my heart
Get to Continue
It’s a blessing to begin again
To renew old hopes
and have a revival
Getting a second chance
or maybe third or fourth
having that 7x 70 life
with moments to spare
I thought I had a story to tell
then I, myself got in the way
But I get to continue
To write and post and live
To laugh and cry simultaneously
To dream and stay hungry.
Before I Go to Sleep
“Awaken!” says my brain
But my body refuses
For sweet temptation is sleep
It is sin not to have enough
Droopy,
Dreadful,
Dull,
Delirious,
My work is like bad chicken
Dry and overdone
And so before I commit another slothful act
I ask forgiveness from my fellow man
May your rest be Hippocratic
Deeply Nourishing in the Lull
Go-getters and teachers , I apologize
I tried my best, but……
My eyes are closed,
My head is bowed.
For silence is mercy
Among this crowd
Nightcore in the cottage
It’s the same each and every night
High speed chase featured in my mind
Safety nets and horror deaf
Each and every feeling met
Sleepy eyes and carelessness
Dawn less with the blinding lights inside
Midnight in my darkened gaze
It comes and goes like dirty waves
Round and round its spins me like dead flies
Fractured mind in stained glass windows
Cardigans on ghost town widows
Lizzie Borden hits the drums
Spider feet are feeling numb
Was it love or simply shocking
Compliments or sincere mocking
Fantasy life with no escape
Don’t believe things on faith
A cold and worried Hallelujah
I heard that David
Said a prayer
That his relatives would stop going there
This disease and the consequences
Overwhelm us
The waves have come
The 4th, a 5th
But politicians still wouldn’t lift
The worries of the people
Scared enough to try to overthrow ya
Now pandemic is in year no. 3
Is there still a point in parody
It’s a cold and worried hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Alpha
Beta
Lamda
Theta
Omicron
Delta
Nu
Whatever
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
I wore her shoes
Inspired by U far glove story prompt on Otome Isekai subreddit
‘I wore her shoes, she stole my crown.
I can see the parallels going down.
She was the fiancée’, I became queen
But it was his cheating that remains unseen.
Some people laugh,
Some people jeer,
Now I’m the Villainess, my dear.
I used to be the heroine
Noble and sweet
I used to be your lover
That kept things interesting
Now I’m the obstacle
A nuisance to get rid of
Will you execute me like you did with her?
Burn me for my wicked ways?
I’m not as charming as I used to be
Have fun with Heroine no. 3
I smiled when she was condemned
Laughing as I played with her jewels
I thought I knew the game
I thought the winners stayed the same
She’s in my shoes now
I walk barefoot toward the rope
I leave because of the same mistake
Of loving a man that doesn’t feel the same
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