ode to thick crusty saucy bacon and pineapple covered deliciousness
TAP……………TAP on the door! I’m already reaching for the
Knob because yes I was watching out the window………
Belly rumbling grinding sounding out its empty hunger
I pay……… I thank ……. take the box
It’s hot…….. oh my it smells
So good! Lift the lid
And free a slice
Mmm I bite
Into my
Pizza!
Never stare into their eyes 0.0
A piercing scream is heard
From all corners of the Victorian town
Town that starts to lose all its power
Power grid’s been hit by lightning
Lightning flashes across in the sky
Something with razor sharp teeth
Teeth ready to take a giant bite
Bite into someone’s chest
Chest containing the main prize~heart
This thing loves to take
Take away human hearts
Hearts to hold & then eat
Eat ‘n’ enjoy in one chomp
Pray that it does not come
Come by your side tonight
Tonight the shadows will follow
Follow the scent to human flesh
No one can defeat these shadows
Shadows that have been around forever
Forever tormenting folks here
Here in this little town
Are you afraid of shadows?
Shadows that look like beasts
Beasts that can take control over you
You must never stare into their eyes 0.0
#Neverstareintotheireyes0.0
#LoopPoetry
6.9.2020 (c) sundae
Doubt #5
I just wanna
I just wanna
I just wanna
Tell you
I just had to tell you
you might be the one
one out of the millions
millions fall in love
A needle in a haystack
haystack to the sky
sky goes on forever
forever asking why
Yet I would forever doubt
doubt you could be true
true there’s insecurities
insecurities aren’t new
So If I could take a chance
chance is not my friend
friend would leave me lonely
lonely in the end
Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock
When Midnight Strikes
Every hour, something different.
Every difference takes up time.
Every time I think of something,
something different takes up time.
Every morning eating breakfast,
breakfast leads to lunch,
lunch carries over to dinner;
dinner, like the rest, isn’t special.
In between there isn’t much,
much the same as before,
before the clock struck its numbers,
numbers soon enough, I’ll never see.
Life for all its problems,
problems I won’t have much longer,
longer still will be the final moments,
moments when midnight strikes.
Up on the hill with others,
others who have waited like me;
me and my simple way of living,
living death in a prison cemetery.
When the final hour does come,
come, think what you must think,
think whatever you choose,
choose wishes or dreams; when midnight strikes.
Like A Gentle Drop Of Rain
Purity of Heart
As soft, gentle breezes caresses me so;
smiling, a shiver runs through me,
this feeling captured my being,
holds onto my soul;
I am captured,
by you;
evermore.
Evermore,
by you;
I am captured.
Holds onto my soul;
this feeling captured my being,
smiling; a shiver runs through me,
as soft, gentle breezes caresses me so.
dust to gold
ღ. wasn’t a
heart l
ღ w
Her a
y
s
::so::
g
o
l
d
&
p
u
r
e
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
It
::::simply::::
was
tried,
(again and again)
by
fire,
▂▃▅▇█▓▒░in the fiery furnace░▒▓█▇▅▃▂
called
LIFE.
She
:::::simply:::::
emerged
brighter.
stronger.
purer.
Not cynical.
Or jaded.
☆:*´¨`*:.•.¸¸.•´¯`•.♥ She was merely refined. ♥.•´¯`•.¸¸.•..:*´¨`*:.☆
From
.: : ...’..:
:.;.‘dust.:.;’.
: : .‘:’ .: ’.; : :
to
⋆ ✧✵ + · ✧ .
+ ☆ * ✵ * ⋆.☄
★ * gold. * ★
* . * ✦ +
☆ ° ✧ · ✵ *
(And that’s the girl I wanna be.)
~Ernaline, 22.08.20
