ALL WORKS Poetry (23)
About me

21 january 2012

poetry

AJ Ryan
AJ Ryan

Nemesis

Clean shining blonde hair,
Eyes blue and bright like icebergs.
My future falling down the stairs,
His going high and skyward.

In the dictionary, defines
Confident and Charismatic.
The Saviour, the hero all the time.
Strolls in, makes the girls ecstatic.

Runs past me and the wind,
Fit, healthy and athletic.
Cute smile and cheeky grin,
In no way is he pathetic.

Dear money, dear cars
And a dearly fancy mansion.
Snooker table, basement bar
And wardrobe of Milan fashion.

Most futures around here are
The alleyway light that's dim.
All prays and wishes on a star
To be our nemesis, to be him.

Naykd Poet
26 january 2012 at 21:49

I know this sentiment oh so well, have written large on this seeming imbalance to life's gifts - but too, realizing not to read too much into the cover - it's truly what's on the pages...

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