Raincloud

When I was younger, my mother used to call me “Eeyore.” Everywhere I went, I would carry this lonely, black raincloud and let it pour over me until my mood was as grey as the droplets hitting me in the face. “Don’t be such an Eeyore,” she would say, “things will always get better.” “I’m… Read More Raincloud

The Green

Envy, Runs wild through my veins, Sweet, And sour. I am filled to the brim, Steaming and screaming at the top of my lungs, Tip me over, Pour me out, Better still, Just tip me damn it. Every penny pinched, Every dollar earned will soon burn, Holes in my pockets, Holes in my heart, More,… Read More The Green

Controlled

It comes caught in the mouths of those who seek it, It weakens weaker minds and molds all those who worship it, It plows through pastures with irritating irrigation, It subdues those both sexual and sensual in nature and in bed, It warps and wraps itself around women who weep at the sight of it,… Read More Controlled

Sickly

I can feel, Everything. The bitter sandpaper coating my throat, Oceans of mucus and snot, Pouring down my sinuses, Bones aching, Head aching. I feel aged, I feel weathered, The tread of my sole’s gone bare. Yes, I know I don’t have the same energy, And yes, You’ve made it very clear that I look… Read More Sickly