Apollo non amat me
He loves me, he loves me not,
He loved me, and then forgot.
He talks to me, he talks not,
He talked to me, and then forgot.
He cares for me, he cares not,
He cared for me, and then forgot.
He texts me, he texts me not,
He texted me, and then forgot.
He dotes on me, he dotes not,
He doted on me, and then forgot.
He rings me, he rings me not,
He rang me, and then forgot.
Warrior Princess
The Mayo man and his bucket
Daily he toils, the Mayo man and his bucket,
Rehoming the pebbles as he patiently waits.
Daily he fetches, the Mayo man and his bucket,
The neptunian grasses as the hours slowly past.
Daily he wanders, the Mayo man and his bucket,
Up and down the shoreline, passing the day.
Daily he presses, the Mayo man and his bucket,
The stones on the track, he’s slowly unfolding.
Daily he cements, the Mayo man and his bucket,
The seaweed through stone, to perfect his path.
Daily he undo’s, the Mayo man and his bucket,
The damage of storms, that this way hath torn.
Daily he works, the Mayo man and his bucket,
As all of the beachgoers, stroll in oblivion.
Daily he perfects, the Mayo man and his bucket,
The trail ‘neath their feet, without ever a word.
Warrior Princess
Who do you believe, I dream of each eve?
Who haunts my dreams, leaving me in reams?
What should I do, now that I can’t talk to you?
What can I say, at the end of each lousy day?
Where can I go, to escape from my woe?
Where can I flee, to set myself free?
When shall this earth, bring an end to this dearth?
When shall at last, this heartache be past?
Which is the right course, that I should endorse?
Which way should I roam, to find my way home?
Why are my thoughts, eternally in knots?
Why can’t I control this pain, which has my soul slain?
How can I ever, my heart from you sever?
How I have cried, I feel like I’ve died.
Warrior Princess
Paradisus amissa
I always saw it coming, and now the day is here,
I sit within the vacuum of a bubble made of tears.
I know it is my fault for remaining who I am,
Whether saying what I think, or calling out a sham.
And so I pin my pictures of the briefest memories,
That from this day forward shall fuel my reveries.
Upon the walls of doubt where all my distrusts hang,
I tack the nails of pain that across my soul doth twang.
I bedeck my void with thoughts, of how it might have been,
If I cared less about being true, or dressed to be seen.
The nothingness I festoon with sentiments now past,
As I confine myself within, my fortress oh so vast.
I never could do right, for all the wrong I’ve done,
So hiding with my dreams, your realm now I shun.
Warrior Princess
