The Girl Who Reads

They say she reads a little too much

And, hence

Is disconnected from reality

Living in a whole other world

But it’s because she reads a little too much

That she observes a little extra

Thinks a little more

Sees through all pretences

Can even finish your sentences

Every shift in your mood she senses

Breaks every matter down to its basest essences

So, you see

She dances with angels

And tangoes with mankind

She feasts with the devil

And serenades its hellish demons

She brings about some semblance

Of balance and harmony

Why?

Because, my dear, she reads.

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The Unknown

Into the unknown

Lead me on, love

With gentle caresses

And soothing whispers

Fall in step beside

To turn the tide

Of a broken past

And a shattered heart

Into the unknown, I say

Because whatever else I’ve known

Before you

Couldn’t have been love

For whatever it is that you’ve shown

To me

Can be anything but

So I’ll close my eyes

And hold on tight

No clue where my future lies

But the path of destiny

Goes through you

And by bearing all that came before

I’ve more than paid my due.

Man of Steel

Down is up

Up is down

Inside this

Topsy turvy town

Life’s moving way too fast

Yet seems to be eerily still

Stuck in the doldrums

Approaching warp speed

Listen to me ye all

And pay some heed

The hand we’re dealt

Is ours to keep

If that’s your truth

Then no more should you seek

For mountains steep

Can still be scaled

By the power of sheer grit

And a bundle of nerves

Made of steel.

The Storyteller

Outside a sleepless, ugly town

In a seedy, shady hotel

There’s a dingy, dirty room

With a single, flickering light bulb

Shedding light on a yellowed, floral wallpaper

Overlooking a squeaky, twin bed

Having a threadbare mattress

And a moth eaten quilt

Adorned with pillows

Permanently depressed

With the impressions of a hundred heads

This place, my dear

Has a thousand bedraggled stories to tell

Of young love

And old-age eccentricity

Of hopes dashed

And the depth of human depravity.

A Boy I Knew

I knew a little boy once

Tender and caring

Inquisitive and innocent

Big eyes full of love

Big smile free of beguile

He reminded me

Of hugs

Freely given

Of kisses

Softly stolen

In three blinks

However

He grew up

I don’t know him anymore

Big eyes, so deceptive

Big smile, too fake

He wants something from me

I know

But the worst part is

He doesn’t want me

And I can’t let go

Of the ghost of our past

Wishing against all hope

Trying to find that little boy

Who promised a life of joy

Not this man

Who plays with my heart like a toy.

Break my Heart the Wrong Way

Oh no dear

You’re way too kind

Going about breaking my heart

The right way

Wouldn’t it have been easier

To just rip it out

And beat it into a pulp?

Because now you’ve left it intact

Yet empty

Beating

Yet bleak

Warm blooded

Yet cold

Living

Yet dead

Till the thought of love

Fills it with dread

While I cry myself a river

Through eyes that are long past wet.

An Amusement Park Ride?

Like a merry go round

I keep spinning in circles

Moving from one to another

Like a deja vu

I keep falling in love

Giving my all in truth

Like a paradox

It always ends

In the meanest of jokes

Till I’m left

Wandering

The empty lanes

With abandoned stalls are rides

Or like a jack in the box

I’ll wind down

Go back inside

And pop

For your laughs.

Tell me, dear

Are you amused enough?