I Stole Them Nameless From Her Grave

I stole them nameless from her grave,
As greedy as my stealth could hold,
And wrote a villanelle depraved.

I took her eyes as debt repaid:
Marble playthings of glass rolled.
I stole them nameless from her grave.

I took her fingers, that touch I craved.
Twining severed digits with my own,
I wrote a villanelle depraved.

I took her lips in feathery octaves.
They parted to mine (did she know?);
I stole them nameless from her grave.

I took her all from passion flown
To withered heart alive with mold;
I stole them nameless from her grave
And wrote a villanelle depraved

Love Like Basalt & Ocean

Tell me of how he swept
You off your feet like sand
Or left you while you wept,
Your tears an ocean in your hands.

Did he brush you off his feet like sand,
Leave your heart a porous grey?
Did he hold your ocean in his hands
Before he tided away?

I see your heart, a porous grey.
Tell me of how he swept
You off before he tided away,
Leaving you while you wept.

Field Of Gold

How many buttons
Does it take to paint
A field of gold
Bursting in their
Little suns,
Buttercup coins
Dotting a fleeting
Canvas?

King of the Universe

Down a winding corridor
Where all is silver and cold,
There snakes a winding carpet
Heralding a king enthroned.

The mirrors on the ceiling stare
At a flooring of black ice;
The carpet is a ribbon silver
Unwinding into the night.

White pillars stand at attention,
Saluting from either side.
They hail the king of the universe:
He is the king of his mind.

How to protect yourself: A Cyber Wellness poem

Collab between the Cynic and Caprice



You are in grave danger
Of being stalked and raped.
The internet is dangerous;
It's full of angst and hate!

You must protect yourself
And live under a rock:
Hermits have no computers
And therefore cannot be stalked.

Talking is very dangerous,
Especially with strangers online.
So kiddies here beware:
Avoid a social life.

If you have no alternative,
You could always die;
Cause when you cannot think or talk,
Your privacy is high!

College Day collab between the Cynic and Idealist

Collab between mich and I, taking turns with stanzas in our usual fashion of only being allowed to read the last line the other person wrote. I got to write the first stanza, so she had no idea the poem was about her ^^





Michelle is clapping mechanically
At awards upon the stage.
She's coin-operated. Insert a penny
And watch her cough it up enraged.

And watch her cough it up enraged;
Helpless and pathetic, oh what a dame.
An injured bird, faltering and caged,
Unable to escape, what a shame.

Unable to escape, what a shame
Michelle soon tires of clapping.
Her mechanism goes up in flames.
All she wants is to be napping.

All she wants is to be napping.
Watching tihs procedure is cerainly tragedy.
The glorifying of scum is simply revolting
But nevertheless, she stays stuck in this folly.