# 2 Of My Poems Author: Nicholas_Nekomata Tags: Poetry I write poetry. My works are on facebook at http://www.facebook.com/nickthepoet I created that group to showcase my poetry and decided to branch out and show it here Untitled 2015 By: Nicholas Donald Whitefang (a.k.a. Nick Nekomata) Too much doom Too Much gloom Too much death Too much wastage of breath Search your souls for what is right Search your hearts with all your might. Are you the one still fighting the good fight? Where is the new dawn's light? Alone I sit and pray I hope against all hope for a brighter day Tears that fall in the earth do they lay Oh what to do? Oh what to say? Sadness overwhelms one's heart Never to find that brand new start Surrender to the consumption art Stomach bloated they laze and fart Look around and turn a blind eye Pretending there's a clean blue sky All the while standing by All the while wondering why. Cross thy heart and hoping to die Butter scraped over too much bread Looking down and burying your head All speechless because nothing can be said Watching the future with fear and dread Buildings once standing tall To rubble, ashes, and nothing at all One by one the mighty all fall Upon deaf ears is the whaling call Save me, love me, do as I say All the badness melts away Merriment and mirth come and play Hope for that pain to fade away Angels fly and daemons march All pass through deaths arch Uniform the step stiff and starch Drought the land and thirsts for blood have no parch Is it the end? Is it the beginning? Is it salvation, rebirth, or sinning? Cosmic games into the extra inning Is there any true way of winning? Point thy fingers and pass the blame All call out His holiest name Everything as it was but nothing the same Stand thy ground and announce your claim Under sheep wool lays duress On pins and needles does the world stress Someone anyone save us from this mess God have mercy on us and heaven bless Wounds so deep they never heal Confusion, love, hate, emotions thinly concealed Weapons and words sharply wield Pain so rich you just cease to feel The lives you live all seem so surreal Ashes, gashes, iron rust Know not whom one can trust Love, compassion, sex and lust Any salve for painful decay is a must Belle And The Beaus (a poem for the modern age) By: Nicholas Donald Whitefang Belle in the park phone in her hand Hair glistening in the sun mind across the land Texting chimes from the variety of the merry band Tips her shades and looks at the words then stands Walking by, the beaus one by one bling Beaus on the street cat call and sing Keeping pace in both places ignoring Rolls her eyes, lets a sigh and a warning This beau does offer me cake This beau offers me canoe trip on the lake This beau offers me wine and roses; oh heaven's sake! This beau disgusts me and doesn't think beyond his snake. One by one they offer all at the touch of a button One by one they fail looking like a glutton One by one by bedside her blouse unbutton One by one her dreams begin to cease "alla sudden" Belle by dawn does wake arms full of pillow Belle by the window weeps like the nearby willow Belle by the sink washes face and fake smile follow Belle in concealed self pity does wallow Beaus work by day seem all right Beaus by the night give Belle a fright Beaus play games on her screen light Beaus say things that she hope be right Belle wanders round alone Belle throws away her phone Belle sighs, cries, then just utters a groan Belle wonders if her Beau is truly anywhere unknown Source: https://sofurry.com/s/ve3Bz8d1 Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/323022-nicholas-sykes-school-queer-part-1.md