ominouspoet

mother nature she is called – mother earth

yet what kind of mother is she?

letting her children hurt themselves and their brothers

letting them kill each other for entertainment, for "food"

outside the window

rain pelting the ground

high in the sky

Zeus is grumbling

inflicting his misery

upon poor mortals below

flooding their homes

once again

panic wrought their hearts

oh darling, you'll never understand why i did what i did. I don't think i ever will either. i held on as long as i could. i would've held on longer, if i could stand lying to you.

it was January
you took me to school
we blasted Hozier and I begged you
to stop at the gas station

we bought two cups of coffee
(mine was mostly milk)
and an apple turnover to share

my heart so beating

soft in my chest where there is

waiting a snowy storm

here in the forest, there is a-waiting
a little bird, quiet and sweet
she does not quite understand
how they could have born her

these foreign beasts