Bonnett 15

Shall I compare thee to a winter's night?
Thou art more spiteful and more freezing.
Rough winds do shake the bulging balls of hay,
And winter's lease hath all too long a date.
Sometime too cold the eye of Faerie shines,
And often is her pale complexion dimmed,
And every fault from fault some time declines,
By chance or logic's changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal rind shall not grow stale
Nor lose possession of that glare thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade
When in eternal scrawls to time thou growst.
So long as men can freak or eyes can flee,
So long lives this, and this gives pain to me.

Blood

I wish the birds would choke
And the cars all stop
And the streets would coil
And the trees fall
And the flowers burn
I wish my tears turned to blood
And stained the sea
Till nothing is left of me
Nothing.

Geradeaus

A-dying in here a bit every time
between devoirs and rhymes
I find pleasance in bittersweet sounds
but the best part in me demands to release the bounds
Last evening is already last
my promise is still such,
suggestions keep splashing my will
mining the strongholds uphill
...I follow the route, suit,
escaping the catch of the flute.

Strike, wind

I'm on a strike
to put me right
but all I do for now
is to shut others out,
so I don't have to sound great
when I'm a living hate.
Days are dragging
to sleep weird conversations
pondering life
I have not said yet
what the truth is like
but I see it coming
as it's always been
tough the walls are so low now
that the breeze comes in
the breeze of terms, the wind of change.