Storage Room

Mea Culpa

It was an ephemeral lack of self-restraint.
I was myopic. I was ecstatic.

It was an insidious afternoon.
People are starting to pare off
The remnants of the plaintive storm.
It was a day of levity.
After all, I was with a mawkish paramour.

The first sojourn was a dismal failure.
She was a bilious sapphic artisan.
I excoriated her sanity.

The second was a feliticious success.
I haggled. I cavorted.
I was finally au fait with my ultimate desire.

The sane prodigy marked it with parity.
In half about a second,
He was able to puncture through.
The surpassing was exultant.
There was an unwitting absence of pain.
I was with coagulated excitement.

It was a such carte blanche afternoon.
Now, a metal vestige of that day
Will forever hang on my center.

I am surmounting the compunction.
I am with charlatan guilt.

De rigeur

At romp with her brazen skirt,
She brandished to a household tune.
Whilst chortling among the chromatic,
She ripens into a cloying hue.

What an iridescent moth she was,
In her slightly hackneyed wings;
As she flutters whimsically beyond
The deceit of her mundane garden.

In her pious flight of avarice,
She felt bereft of tactile fervor;
A sudden clank of a raucous chime
Adumbrated a frightful downfall.

Swayed by the strident influence
Of an amusingly cunning alternate,
She fluctuated, sometimes with cadence
Unleashing her feral psyche.

She lingers in baffle of a new compulsion,
Yet serendipity, to her, became irascible;
To allay her intrepid profound needs,
She was strained to befit an ignoble.

The destitute weed lost control
Among the grass of her disparate prairie;
She was left jaded and world-weary,
As she tries to trod away the gore.

Her kismet had been acrid;
She was plundered of her collusion.
She gyrated in a stifle shift;
Frayed and stolid, she laid subdued.

Alas, still beleaguered by the toll
Of an ever-appalling conviction,
She, as though awfully resilient,
Stood torpidly, quite bemused.

*This has got to be my longest lit shit yet. =)) I missed the lit life eh. :) I'll probably use this as space fillers for my sigsheet.

An attempt to creat a Triolet.

My failed attempt in constructing a haiku and a cinquain.

He wails in amuck
In his misanthropic rage;
He dies in berserk


Polyglot
Vacuous, Mercurious
Philandering, Beguiling, Tormenting
My quixotic prodigy
Androbabe