Apathy
I have but apathy to loan
Where once a heart of gold
Now all but shades of stone
The clouds a frown
The dirt my home
I am but a shadow more
The frost withered on the grass
A sound upon shattered glass
A wall without a door
© Delia Ross. 2018
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Demons have many faces
But none-so-much as you
You left about a thousand traces
All wrapped up in blue
Broken hearts were common places,
You used your tears like glue
56 years paved without graces
Your time is nearly through
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His tongue an opinion ship
Vessels which harbor Satan himself
It carries a plague lip to lip
Confessing love & other bullshit
Common lies his weapon or wealth
Hidden behind charm and wit
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I just wrote my first limerick. Want to hear it?
There was was a guy named Mark. Who liked to smell everyone’s farts. He got so high, he floated the sky. And that was his best form of art.
If you remember
He took a train to the north
To tie a loose end
And said not to worry
She’s a lady friend
And so was set forth
A river of tears
That he would soon
Apprehend
My freedom is more
Important he said
Your pain is what
I give you instead
The poor little lover
Was always misread
So fame and freedom
Is what he wed
No ring on her finger
No, honeymoon either
If we end-
All ends she pled
While mourning the seasons
When light transcends
Alone in the shadows
Alone in her bed
Sooner or later
Her heart was found dead
If you remember, all ends well
But not for Adele
(c)Delia Ross. 2014
Prisoner of Love
Lucid
photo manipulation and poetry by me… hope you like!
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