Question

What does it all mean?

This life we lead

We rise with the sun

We love, we bleed
On a treadmill 

Moving day to day

We go through the motions

And act a certain way
We while away the hours

At work, at leisure

We indulge in a few 

Earthly pleasures
And the clock ticks on

No respite in sight

What’s it all for?

Why does day turn into night?
A cyclical existence

The huge wheel turns

Some say it’s a challenge

We’re here to learn
We’re born, we die

The interim’s a choice

But fate has a hand

In whether we commiserate or rejoice
I know not what

I incarnated for

But the monotony is palpable

And I crave something more.

Mean Green

She put on a lilac ‘rinse’

And left it for only 10 mins

It went a deep shade of violet

She wished she hadn’t tried it

So she attempted to wash it out

But it was stuck fast there was no doubt

Then it faded to all colours of the spectrum 

Now it’s green and matches her plectrum

It wasn’t her intention to give herself green hair

She wishes she’d resisted the urge 

To dye it and make a right flaming mess

Now it seems in her head someone’s purged

So every day she scrubs and scrubs

With all manner of paint strippers

But the green in her barnet won’t budge

So she’s stuck with this colour it seems

Trying to match her clothes with her hair

Is proving quite a task

There’s only so much teal in her closet 

And she’s bored with the situation though it lasts
Sick of the sight

When she looks in the mirror 

She feels like shaving it all off

Grotbags would be thrilled

That she had an impersonator

Oh if only this girl could laugh
But it’s no laughing matter

When your hair’s in tatters

And no amount of effort sorts it out 
All she wants to do

Is vanquish this colour

But she can’t and it’s stressing her out! 

Projectile Bile

The uncaring and unempathic
Make me so mad
Thoughtlessly operating

They fire around 
Insensitive words

That can prick and sting

Designed to hurt

Dark energy do they bring
It’s all about them

And their world of pain

So bitter and twisted

Verbal punches do they rain
Down on those 

Whom have ‘irked’ them so

Unwittingly perhaps

But still they blow
Me me me!

They take precedence 

Self-centred to the hilt

So others they condemn
Offloading at the innocent

To numb their misery inside

Makes them feel better

To cause another to cry
I guess they can’t help it

As they’re suffering within

Something is lacking

In them, something grim
So on to any poor soul

Do they their bile project

Thus be mindful of this

And yourself do protect.

Butterflies…

He moved me but

He didn’t know

We were on the cusp

The feelings began to flow

I felt drawn to him

And was willing to merge

But we were interrupted

And our little bubble was burst

And so he left

Went back to his life

But the impression he made

Has caused me some strife

This lost opportunity

May never come again

Though I yearn for him

But he won’t relent

So I bottle it up

Keep it locked inside

But when I think of him

Butterflies arise

In the pit of my stomach

Fluttering away

And then he infiltrates my dreams

So that when I awake

I’m aching for him

Wishing he was nearby

But we are far apart

Though these emotions won’t subside

What to do?

Powerless it seems

The one that got away

If only he knew how much he means.