Final Words (Terza Rima)

If all that's lost can be found in the sea,
Swept away with waves, blanketed in blue,
I can't help but wonder, what happened to me?

To float freely, listen to nature's coo,
Adventure with sirens, outswim the sharks,
Always dreaming of sea salted brand new.

So sick of mundanity and ball parks.
Say you'll take me out to lunch, out to space,
Dine on the moon, see craters like birthmarks.

Teach me something new, lend me all your grace.
Wave goodbye while hopefully I leave soon.
Lost eternally, don't forget my face.

Controlled Fate (Villanelle)

Today I do not feel good, nor do I feel okay.
This day started out strange with a sudden gust of cold.
I never wanted this, begged to be any colour but grey.

All of these people try so hard to find the right things to say,
But words fall heavily to the ground, collecting mold.
Today I do not feel good, nor do I feel okay.

Everyday a war between acceptance and dismay.
I'm a worthy warrior but the struggle is getting old.
I never wanted this, begged to be any colour but grey.

It's not always so bad, occasionally beams a ray
of sunlight, but it's no match for anxiety's choke hold.
Today I do not feel good, nor do I feel okay.

Exits can't be considered though, knowing I must stay.
Hold on to the blissful idea of despair someday being controlled.
I never wanted this, begged to be any colour but grey.

Run quickly from it all and hole up in your hideaway.
Muster all your strength to not let the dark thoughts grab a hold.
But today I won't feel good, nor will I feel okay.
I swear I never wanted this. I begged to be any colour but grey.

Jack The Ripper / More Than Meets The Eye (Comparison poems)

One needn't look far to find a Byronic male.
They're the first call you make when you need a ride home and payment of bail.
They'll look the other way when they catch you in the wrong,
And even nod their head when you beg them to "just play along".
Yes, the Byronic male doesn't hesitate to help a friend,
So long as they've got some money to "lend".
The Byronic male, foolishly renamed Superman,
Loves to rescue all that he can.
Disguising greed in a bright red cape,
who would've guessed blackmail as a way to get in shape?
Do not be fooled by Superman's kindness,
For he is really just testing you for potential blindness.
He lives to hear his admirers say "I owe you one"
Knowing he has power over them is far too much fun
Once he's called you on it more times than seem justified,
You'll wonder "resourceful or devious?"and be unable to decide.
Beware of situations where you are not sure what to do,
And take caution in crying for Superman to save you.
More power to you if you feel no shame.
If it all comes crashing, you have only yourself to blame.

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The life of a princess, how delicate and sweet.
A life of power, wealth, and beauty could not be more complete.
The wealthy princess never had to work for a dime,
For messing her hair could be considered true crime.
The powerful princess has the world in her fingertips,
and any gentleman would kill for a taste of her lips.
The beautiful princess is given only one chore:
To be as flawless as every princess before.
She is raised to believe that beauty is all she will need.
As a woman, having nothing else to offer, is another lie they must feed.
She will not be brave or educated enough to do anything but fret.
For every Byronic male is well aware of his stance,
and how quickly it can be taken after one wrong glance.
The confident woman does not stress over her looks,
She focuses instead on the hidden powers of books.
She'll bat her eyelashes and giggle mindlessly,
Until the day comes where she makes her stand, ceremoniously.
One day the pretend princess will make it clear:
A clever woman conceals strength that knows no fear.

Sick of Sick (Lake School of Thought)

Inhale, exhale, relax and avoid relapse.
One goal: to get better, to smile sweeter.
If you pretend like no one's listening,
It's normally true until the day you are missing.

Then they'll swarm you with love,
swearing to be there till the day you give them a shove.
But I don't want to be missed.
Furthermore, I don't want to be kissed.

A list, you made a list of all the things
you'd never share, claimed to be contributors to the rings
carved deeply under both eyes.
I say no better caffeine than a hard line of lies.

Or a hard line of further deceit,
that line of red odoured with rust.
Which one was it? Nevermind finally
seeing him in the light, seeing he looks so grimey.

He was worse than the man in your nightmares,
worse than you ever conjured, but who cares.
Slap another lawful paper down,
maybe this prescription will make you cease to frown.

They beg you to talk, scream, or cry.
Anything is progress but another lie.
You're wasting everyone's time
And that, my dear, is the ultimate crime.

For yours is running out.
Every second creeping closer to your fallout
But you're unphased by all of this,
so you sink only deeper into your personal abyss.

Now no one bother to listen to your drifting sigh.
You're officially out of options, goodbye.

Obsessions (Rhyme Royal)

Messages, messages, please leave me be.
Never had I felt so suffocated
with the fear that my eyes couldn't really see.
Every compliment a lie created,
constantly wishing I were sedated
as to not feel every person's stares;
though the worst have to be the mirror's glares.

Coat your skin in five pounds of illusion,
then starve yourself until you've withered into a broomstick.
Mother says it's distorted delusion,
but you'll still cry when your thighs seem too thick.
Take crazy diet pills that make your body tick,
whatever it takes to not look like this.
Your disease will steal any chance of bliss.

So a big "fuck you!" to beauty standards,
and "eat shit!" for setting traps in my mind.
I refuse to let my values be slandered.
It's so difficult to be satisfied
with the absurd way we were all designed.
We are human, composed of skin and bone,
worth more than meaningless numbers alone.