Sincere Poetry

Honey Eyes:

When I look into those honey eyes,
Which stare into my soul,
A feeling wells in my heart,
A feeling I can't control.

When tears fall from those honey eyes,
Glinting as they catch the light,
I want to wipe those tears away,
And tell her it will be alright.

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Forgotten:

dead wasps lie on the windowsill.
yesterday they tried
to fly through the glass.
to freedom. to life.
today they lie still in death; all their
hopes sheathed in their dry, quiet bodies.
all their busy buzzings are over
now that they're dead
and forgotten on this side
of the glass.
with me.

Poetry

I will be posting some poetry for the next few days. I hope you guys like it.

Something Real:

     my soul is famished
     yet feeds on phantoms.
     my stomach grumbles
     at me, starving for
     something real.
     i lift another forkful
     of vapors into my mouth.
     when my diet is made up of so much
     illusion and mirage,
     the more moments i devour,
     the emptier i become.