The Words of a Loathsome Man

Oh bitter worded viper
Why do you pester me
I am but a loathsome man
So why can you not see
Your irksome bite though drawing blood
Is but one of many to me
So tell me red fanged monster
Why do you persist to stay
For without your I still bleed out
So please just go away
That crimson sea flowing from me
Leads straight into the bay
For there is where my heart was struck
Where my pulse had gone away
For now I bleed out on the streets
No longer will I play
For the silver tongued viper
Whose grip’s ever tighter
From my side will not stray.

I am the Hopeless Romantic

I am a hopeless romantic
When I see a girl
My heart picks up pace
I write her a poem
For I’m shy face to face
I sweat buckets when I talk
And I never win love’s race
I’m no stranger to tears
And my words can move hearts
Yet at times with love’s peers
I lack all the smarts
My sword is a pen
My sheath; a good book
And everyone knows
That I’m not love’s crook
I’m rather it’s messenger
Though I don’t care to run
For my heart’s heavy with love
And it weighs a ton!
So when you next see your love
Don’t be so frantic
Just remember the words
Of the Hopeless Romantic.

The Angel of my Dreams

I’ m haunted by an angel
She shows up in my dreams
She always is as old as me
At least, that’s what she seems
Her eye’s, they warm and melt my heart
Her words are gentle streams
Her lips are red as crimson roses
Her hair, as smooth as velvet
Her skin, too, looks soft and smooth
I wish I could’ve felt it
When she cries she’s in my arms
Her tears fall on my shoulders
For when she’s weak, I’ll hold her still
With arms as strong as boulders
And then her eyes look up at me
So soft and damp, yet bright
She slowly still, closes her eyes
And I know the world is right
I bring my lips closer to hers
My heart is pounding fast
But then I hear a sharp-made noise
And know this dream won’t last
I wake up in my soft-made bed
Not with sorrow, but a grin
For though I am not by my angel
I will see her again