Mouse Roberts

A beginning

2011-05-09T00:00:00.000+01:00

To thee I tell of love and jeer,

to give, a colour, it must be white.

Colourless and innocent predicts the seer,

but with honey comes its spite.

To thee I tell of disdain and betrayal,

and, cutting deep within the heart of day,

struck swiftly, clinically as moray.

With such dislike brought hammer to the nail.

"Look at your dream; there is all you covet,

All that you cherish, together as one,

Each imperfection driving you closer,

Not for you, not now, not ever."

Granite esteem

2011-05-05T23:48:00.000+01:00

Planetary warmth, even grey delights.
Cinderous appetite lies beneath her granite shell.
Knowledge brings delight, transparent acceptance exudes two souls.

Longing

2011-04-27T23:39:00.000+01:00

Dandelion clouds made of spirograph snowflakes.
Heavenly serendepity, perfection amongst systematic anarchy.

Nothing more than a glance pt.2

2011-04-26T23:59:00.000+01:00

A glance.
A simple collision of the eyes.
Viewpoints conflict, but the conclusion is salient.
Necks pivot,
leaving but a memory,
of the resplendent misjudgement,
that our vision blesses upon us.

Antithesis

2011-04-25T19:28:00.000+01:00

Out of life and death, it is life that scares me most.
The obligation to support unsettles me.

Lottery

2011-04-24T01:04:00.001+01:00

With a great enough incentive, people are highly irrational.
One does not buy a lottery ticket under the assumption that one will win.
The lure of wealth is such a great one, that greed swallows rationality.

I worry that I am doing the same with love. If I have found something special, then am blinded by its very beauty?
Am I irrational? Clutching at pipedreams?

The person who buys a lottery ticket isn't saddened by the fact that they bought the ticket, just that they did not win. Regret sojourns, but it will return.

Love does not come with a receipt.

Then,

2011-04-24T01:00:00.001+01:00

I grow frustrated;
My aspirations wait.
Every moment lessens the chance.
Happiness is within grasp, but insanity is as close behind.

Bun

2011-04-23T17:51:00.000+01:00

Slanderous wretch.
Doorman to the injust.
Gargantuan delinquent, put away your tongue and brawn.
The guardian of safety is the danger itself.

Longing

2011-04-21T23:59:00.000+01:00

Savour and slavour,
I promise you happiness.

Nonchalantness

2011-04-21T00:10:00.000+01:00

I need motivation to need motivation.
It seems that minimalism is good within art, but bad within persons.

Away

2011-04-19T23:59:00.000+01:00

Go, flee to times previous.
You are still my zest, if you are bygone or operative.
An orange is naked without its skin.

Smirk

2011-04-19T23:57:00.000+01:00

Soft features blur my judgement.
Quintessentially delicate.

Pride

2011-04-19T23:54:00.000+01:00

Here I live, in my gated community.
Burrow away with those close and those closest.
Asymmetry forces a frigid convulsion.
The cold is awfully toasty this time of year.

Drama

2011-04-19T23:51:00.000+01:00

A spree of expression, I feel I am making up for lost time.
"You there, children, stop playing behind that curtain, you're distracting the class."

Beauty

2011-04-19T23:49:00.000+01:00

Mistakes, Nuances, Intricacies.
Thank goodness for the epiphany of a tiring heart.

Scaffold

2011-04-19T23:47:00.000+01:00

I require you, young scaffold.
without you, I am weak, young scaffold.
As a scaffold, you feel you could support me?
I am a sucker for functionalism when it works.

Onwards with whim.

2011-04-19T23:45:00.000+01:00

Why do hearses have seatbelts?
They should not be travelling fast enough to cause any damage to the passengers.
Or, if a collision was to occur, is there a more fitting vehicle to signify ones demise?
Irony over safety,
Whimsy over sadness.

Black

2011-04-19T23:43:00.000+01:00

Sicked wickening,
be sad or be sadder.
My eyes shed not one tear,
while stronger men mourn,
I think to myself
I am stronger than they are for such complacency?
or am I less human?

Sweet

2011-04-19T23:41:00.002+01:00

When hope is met a smile comes forth, and all is well.

While currently a technicality, the future is swell.

Either that, or I am setting myself up for a fall.

I seek forgiveness

2011-04-19T23:40:00.001+01:00

Here is an apology to my one reader.

I was temporarily unable to write, and temporarily unwilling.

I seek my own forgiveness.

Nap

2011-03-29T23:45:00.002+01:00

Tap. Wake. Move.
Care? No. Snooze.

Appreciation

2011-03-28T22:16:00.001+01:00

A round of applause is the most vicious of circles.

Swift

2011-03-26T14:24:00.000+00:00

Onwards and outwards I fly, but my leash holds me from freedom.
Return to copse, fleeting excitability.
Fingers chug along, having lost poetic automation.

Redraw

2011-03-22T23:17:00.001+00:00

The serious and young, have never heard about what to do,
"Truth," he said.
Then, two days decay.
Tuesday; simple, apology or not,
If you can get more games, then play them.
With a smile now and then.
We laugh at me, a candidate.

No pressure.

2011-03-21T23:57:00.000+00:00

The smile returns, and all is well.

But in an instant, bemuddlement.

Misheard, misread, misunderstood.

I sleep with ruled eyebrows.

Return, joyous conclusion, bring with you warmth.

For the tenderness of yesterday, needs not be a memory.

We live, through life.