Poems #38 and 39: Peppermint and Perspectives

Peppermint

Bitter sweet, my mouth is
Remnants of a day gone by
Time caught, moments
Of disaster,
Of acceptance,
Of denial.

Red and white striped, candy
Symbol of eternal youth
Do you think that
You can have it?
You can break it,
You can lose.

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Perspectives

I.
I walk down the dripping streets,
Taking in with my eyes
What I cannot sense otherwise.

In this dark alleyway, there is no light
Besides that I create
And the stones cry moisture
For all that I fear

II.
You stroll down the alley,
Your head held high
To keep the demons on their chains
Your eyes forward
Taking in the fall of rain
With only ears and tongue.

You do not notice
The rainbow above.

III.
He is small and afraid,
Scurrying down this dim lit path
As if he didn’t belong
On this rainy day
To the city itself
Which swallows you whole.

IV.
It watches and laughs
As mortals flee the daylight
And cower in darkness
Moving the way we act
One point left or right
But never really changing
The outcome of the graph.


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Once again, sorry sorry sorry for being lazy and missing a day.