Every day
after the pub
I see this tree
With the Jacko lanterns face
On it
Is it carved or
Shove it in
The face haunts
Me
So one day I go visit the Facebook tree
To see for myself
With out driving by it.

My
Hand
Holding
A piece of
Mirror
No
I am
Not going to
Do something
Stuoid
I
Hold it
I love the perfect triangle of the shard
Then I put it down
And go on my way
Triangles are my favorite
Shape

As I see on imvu
Another
Teenager
Calls me Demeaning names
Fighting words
And claims to have had
Relations
With my love
I know this is a
Pile to split us apart
Not happening.

Gharsheeelish to hell
Where everything is dark
And seems like an endless halloween
The flames are everywhere
Making candles out of pots and trees talk
This will be emotional young Dante

As the fog
Rolls down the hills
Like a friendly
Ghost
Out
Princess mononoke
I am star struck
At the beauty

In the Ninth circle
Of Hell
I ealk
The frozen path of
The ****** until I see a cold
Yes cold pit of flames
Where the resttry to
Get warm
With no success

T
R
Y
A
G
A
I
N??
No life is not like
A video game
Or fortnite
Sometimes you
Don't get
A second chance
At sh*t.

Hell hath no furry
Like a woman scorned
For this
One
Found out her
Lover cheating
On her with teenagers
Revenge or police

At night he
Comes to
Be with me
And to love me
He speaks of marriage
And family
But by breakfast time I am heart broken
For he has
Left for his job
And god only knows

After a night of
Being with him
In the room
That glows blue
It's almost time to wake
Up
I ask myself
Where is my lover
And w h e r e ismy coffee