Pollution

The world cold and ugly,
The smell of deceit,
Clouds each head,
With impending grief.
And Mother Nature unable,
to keep up with this dread,
She shields us and shelters us,
To a population misled,
Who take shelter offered,
Hiding beneath the shade,
Of the brittle brown leaves,
On a poisoned tree, decayed.

High Anxiety

Beautiful blue,
His evasive moods,
With eyes askew,
Tiptoes towards food.

He lies undisturbed,
In the eye of this,
Great hurricane.

Timid tranquil soul,
Caught in a whirlwind,
Of human control.

A Short Love Story

"I do not love you."
she said with gritted teeth.
"I promised myself I wouldn't and couldn't.
You are wrong for me in every way."

His eyes sank with her heart
and he promptly turned on his heel.

"Wait!"
Her hand reached for his arm,
"Where are you going?"

Vulnerability glowing beneath her skin,
Seeping from her pores,
The familiar stench drawing him
Closer once more.

Hypnotized by the light,
Like a moth,
Walking willingly
Towards his own demise.

The spider waiting beneath to devour her prize.

April Shower

Dirt and sand,
Line the clothes that line the floor,
and taint the water that runs past my feet.

Grimy streaks in the bathtub,
Proof of the dust that once clung to me,
Unable to stain my skin.

I am clean,
surrounded by filth,
and the spiders that feed off it.

My sanity running cold,
then hot again,
As I drown beneath the water flowing
Eternally from my shower's head.

Keeping me clean, clean, clean.
Time and time again,
Despite the ever growing mountains.

Accumulating junk
That litters the earth's floor,
With aspirations and good intentions.

Seeping into the sewage,
Winding it's way into homes,
Quenching our unquenchable thirst.

And washing me clean, clean, clean,
Of all the dirt and filth,
That surrounds me.