Uneasy

The red ants, with innocent, bulging eyes,

Scampering over the fluffy cloud,

Biting away the peace.

A pinch she felt,

But saw nobody around,

Pulling her heartstrings,

Scooping away the whole.

A bluish burn, she sensed,

Pouring through her future,

She stood there, helpless.

Imbalanced. Off-center.

Tried to win over her grimace,

Tried to find Godliness,

Tried to feign ignorance.

The farce, of Destiny won her over.

La-La-La-ing

The bed feels more comfortable now,

My smile feels wider somehow.

Thunderstorms feel like white noise,

Maybe the sun shines out of choice.

I read out of sheer pleasure,

Not just inevitable closure.

Music, certainly not just escapism,

Rekindling life and idealism.

Realisations had me wonderin’,

About exhibitions of chagrin.

Dance, music, very poetic,

Past, gloom, antithetic.

Lucid Madness

My neon heart, thundering with rage,

Is a carnival to the devil within.

My shallow soul, shuddering forsaken,

Is a carpet to the tourists.

Clichéd, melancholic eyes burning with envy,

Are an insensitive parabolic absurdity.

The happiness accompanied by the moon,

A feckless youth spent wandering.

The comfort of innumerable tears,

An ominous travesty bearing poison.

A hope for trivial meanings,

A baseless pastime.

The quest for eternal salvation,

An endless, limitless pursuit of satisfaction.

Humdrum Numb

In a world of extremeties,

I seem to be stuck in the middle.

I do not comprehend,

The yin or the yang,

When the heart, is left oblivious.

Moderation, has been an adventure,

Success, a distant season,

Excellence, an unattainable past,

Worthiness, lost in a crowd.

A mundane existence seems just that,

The paltry accounts even more so,

The spirit seems lost, trampled,

With the seemingly pointless strive, thrive?

Maybe Adam and Eve stole,

All the debuting thunder,

While Jane and Joe were left wondering,

If their existence was only to glorify,

The extremities and burden themselves,

With the painstaking eternal return.