Sarcasm

Wasting time
talking of those we don't really care about
talking to those we don't really care about
Why do we bother?
Sense of acceptance
Communication
Fitting in
Filling the silence
Sense of community
My, this pencil writes beautifully!
Or is it me?
I suppose I'll never see him again
Unless by chance
Probably its better this way.
But it's a bit sad.
We could've had a friendship.
Alas.
Alas! Alas! Alas!
What could be in a world without fear...

The soul of a poet is vibrant and faded
My, my, my...isn't that LOVELY?
If I part my hair this way, or wear it in curl
shall you love me?
And where is the key to the hidden back gate?
Why did you let it become overgrown with vines and decay?
It didn't deserve to be treated that way.
No, not today.
Or tomorrow for that matter.
Probably never.
Perhaps in 2 years.
The alarm will go off and my heart will break anew
or scoff at a past self
or smile at a silly game
or turn and face the rising sun to soak up the rays
forgetting it is still locked out of the garden.