Love

I used to think my utopia
was a land of cornucopia,
Happiness was a sinful, blissful breed,
of Gluttony and greed.
But then the greatest covin of my head and my heart,
Presented a new happiness, a word
where the meaning and feeling were oft worlds apart.
Three words, eight letters, to give and receive,
But whether it be truth or a lie
depends on how you perceive or believe
For in the end whats the meaning of "less than three"
If there never was an 'us' and I'm feeling less than me.


-mh

Because I said I would

Jingle in my pockets, chuck em down the wishing well
To get inside her head, not just a kiss and tell
Swallow me whole like Jonah, proverbial retell,
Instead she lead me down the gateway to hell.

-mh

fathom

This morning i saw a homeless man writing in a diary.
oh the price i would have paid to see that diary, just to try and fathom the brutality of our streets.

-lmc

omit

I always told myself that I couldn't wait to hate you.
Now that I do, I really wish I didn't,
cause truth is, it doesn't feel half as good as I thought it would.

-lmc

mistake

can it still be considered the same mistake ,
if it's different people, different circumstances and a different situation?

-lmc

passion

'i hope every sentence, every word and every breath i take has passion.
call me intense, but when you believe in something, you pass on that passion and people will start to believe it as well.
My values have stayed the same through thick and thin, through days, months and years.
You have become everything i dislike about people.
Please cut it out before i cut you from my life.'

-lmc

forgive

'...and don't be stupid helen.
To forgive is a right not an obligation.
To forget is not a right but an obligation.
Can you really forget?
Don't be stupid, Helen.'

-lmc