Poems Futuristic, Romantic, and Painful🧨💔

My of sheen of green is shiny, and ravishing.
My words: luxe, lavishing, and vanishing.
My time on Life’s stage is encrusted with age:
The sand in my glasses picks up speed and
Passes away once turned the wrong way.
I don’t like the play, my role, or the silent lines
I’m forced to say, though I never signed on a
Dotted line nor received a compensatory sum
For the years and lines of verse I’ve written for
The famous guy who never lit my sky.

Now, some way and how, I always find I opine
I aways want to know why stars don’t fly.
Perhaps they’re not high? Or shy?
I see the past, and stars aren’t as shiny or kindly.
How did a once priestly fellow become so beastly,
And yellow but not mellow? I don’t know,
But it’s late and I’ve spent the day doing
What I hate with WHOM I hate, the “friend”
In possession of a Failure to Communicate.

I called this man of mystery ancient history,
But he now refuses to listen to me.
So I’ve spent over two years and oceans of
Tears for the lonely boy who didn’t kiss me.
Still, I’m tortured when I imagine the phantom
Who causes me disgrace and disguises his face.
I can’t find a hiding place in my brain, and I can’t
Explain my complex quandary of constant pain.

I’m too wet from my daily regret and salty rain
From orchestrated events to provoke situations
Personally designed simply to cause me pain.
A friend condemned me to this end, so I’m sure
I appear hopeless, copeless, and deranged.
I’ve been imprisoned by a puppeteer for 3 years;
A guy I love, but dignity dictates I now must hate.