August 7, 2012

 

 

 

All the data we could ever need

is now only a tap, tap away.

With technology so far advanced,

our brains are redundant and in decay.

 

 

 

 

They said she was social climbing,

but of her, he was very fond.

So much so, that he gave up his throne

for that gal across the pond.

 

 

August 3, 2012

 

 

Forget-me-not, little petal.

Don’t marry for gold, my bright bluebell.

Cast not aside your nasturtiums

The thorn of a rose can sting like hell.

 

 

 

 

 

It’s over

Just go, don’t linger.

We’re no longer an item.

It’s over

Be off, don’t look back.

We gave it our best shot.

No point in living a lie.

Vamoosh

 

 

 

 

 

His knowledge was vast

but he gave nothing away.

He was cunning and watchful

when selecting his prey.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They joined bodies without

thought of tomorrow

when their normal lives

they would resume.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reforming from her wayward past

and turning her back on high society

She hung up her suspender belt

in favour of a life of sobriety.

 

 

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