Psyche

A beauty so hypnotic

Poses danger to your existence,

Unless it captures

The attention of a god.

 

He was so willing to rescue you

You spoiled girl,

He gave you riches

And lavish love.

He saved your life

But you still wanted more.

 

You lost him

You lustful lover,

Prove you love him

And maybe he’ll forgive you.

Prove you love him

And maybe you can have him back.

 

You’ve done all there was to do,

But even if you think the competition is over,

You’ll never win this battle

For the green-eyed monster

Is your mother-in-law.

 

 

*Posted late because the wordpress app wouldn’t let me post from my phone.

Outcasts

Cast out from society

For trying to find who we want to be

An outsider is all they see

When they look at you and me.

They only see what they want us to be,

Our differences, they won’t believe.

 

Our independence set us free

Cast us away from society

So we can be who we are and will always be.

A Generous Offer

A generous offer- but for who?

Is it for me, or is it for you?

“I’m sorry, I cannot go” should suffice

But what shall I saw when you ask me thrice?

You see, though we live side by side

You and I do not walk the same stride

I walk to my own self-satisfied beat

While you walk as you suck on your cult-like hive-minded teat

As you tell me why you’re right and I’m wrong

But it seems like you were wrong all along

Because you are not the rule-maker, decider or king

For maybe if you were, it might mean something

But since you’re not, when you speak, it is quiet

I don’t hear a thing, but keep talking- it’s a riot

To think that you’ll never truly know

What’s up above you or even down below

For there’s no room for your high-horse where I’m sure you’d like to be

And I’m sorry we won’t be in the same place for you to see

That the only “right” way is the one that’s truly your own

But maybe when I’m in Heaven, I’ll throw you a bone.