Lost Lady Series: The GrudgeI don't need a grudge.I identify strongl...

Lost Lady Series: The GrudgeI don't need a grudge.I identify strongl...: The Grudge I don't need a grudge. I identify strongly With peoples perception of reality. I love illusions of security also. ...

Lost Lady Series: First Heartbreak

Lost Lady Series: First Heartbreak: First Heartbreak

The Grudge

I don't need a grudge.

I identify strongly

With peoples perception of reality.

I love illusions of security also.

Failure to communicate

Is a basic human characteristic.

I'm walking of anger

Trying to dissolve rage.

We had a disagreement,

A kind of close encounter,

Behind a curtain of words.

I'll come back lush and vacant;

Thumping on your doorstep.

Some problems have no solution.

I'm too ready to believe anything.

It is wrong to silence my noise;

wounding my spirit

With precarious ultimatums.

I have no pulse or will.

Society does not revolve around any one individual rather, we have to fulfill our socially arranged responsibilities. If you want change in your household, community, city, state or country, You have to communicate your opinion to those whom change may affect. Approaching new or unresolved issues in a positive light will certainly lead to positive outcomes. Compromise is also a highly effective tool. 

 

First Heartbreak

First Heartbreak

Lonely Blues

My head is full of dew
And sprinkles of the night.
I wait the break of dawn,
Shadows to fade away.

I fear the night
These thoughts upon my head.
Loneliness is so cruel
Like an inward ailment
Causing my lips to speak
While I'm asleep.

I rest but my soul is full awake
Chasing off into the night
Returns empty to the morn.

I am sick in love so strong;
She belongs to me,
I belong to her
We belong together
For all eternity.


-------Love is an addiction sequestered in the heart demanding satisfaction------

Unforgiving Woman

The night is quiet
And will not be disturbed
A poet sits by a flickering fire
Warming his weary bones.
He is out of the way of the wind,
Locked securely
In his gloom.

In his tired mind,
The refusing woman.
A slim form before him,
He offers her a heart
From a weak will
Which she has crushed.

Estranged forever secure,
Devices of a woman of the world,
Molding his life
To snug her budget.
There is nothing left
But a empty sky
In his eyes.

Maturing

Maturing