Clown.

If imitation is the highest form of flattery, why does your carbon copy of me fill me with rage? Born deficient and inbred, without enough personality to even fill half a page. Your adoration was endearing at first, I wore it like a ribbon, you were the prized pig, until we parted ways, and you continued to assume that you were still as big. I gave you your confidence, yet created a monster in the process, played you like a pawn in a life sized game of Chess. You were pathetic at your best, as you had me fooled to believe that you were different from the rest. Instead, I wish I had seen through your facade, and realized that you were a mistake, and hardly an act of God. Your own mother barely knew whose seed you had sprouted from, with a complete lack of ambition, you were best suited to dwell within the slums like sickening scum. Your rotten teeth were so decayed, your breath reeked of failure, and the foul odour of stale bandaids. The people you assumed were friends laughed at you, and called you names, as they realized with each passing day that you were easily defeated at your own games. It's no wonder why your lovers past betrayed you, and then strayed, as it became so clear to me, that you would implode, then self-destruct like a grenade. Landmines and shrapnel lined the streets that you called home, you are a creature of the gutter, statues made of excrement were the closest that you would ever get to Rome. A clown at your very best, your jaded, jilted jest was hardly a test but more of the catalyst that set me free, and showed me that you were merely the detour that I needed to take, in order to remind myself of how to truly be happy. Jumping from one vine to the next, your demented Tarzan refused to take the time to accomplish anything slightly more complex. Each of your suitors worse than the last, you are a joke that haunts me from the past. Lie to yourself some more, as you continue to commit identity theft, fortunately I know who I am, so I will not be left bereft. I have no reason to seek revenge for your retribution will occur through your next foolish lovers binge. Keep searching the world for the love that you refuse to even give yourself, you are a parody of human life, a mere toddler's toy forgotten high upon a thrift store's shelf. Your own sister refused to give you the respect of being loyal, though she was a total dog; the warts will soon begin to sprout upon your face, as you get left behind amidst the clouds of fog. Return to the circus with your sideshow freaks in your clown cars, you were a small town eight, but in the city, you were never up to par. Rarely the prince, and always the frog, your future already looks so grim; so pucker up, and taste death's kiss, already out too deep when you can hardly swim. Drowning in debt, you deserve it all, keep rolling in the deep, future lovers will surely be smart enough to see that you are just another sickening sheep.

Shipwreck.

Sardonic scars severely surround my seven seas, as critical razorblade kisses caress my sunkissed knees. I can play at happy, plaster a smile upon my frowning face, and pretend that it is all okay. But pretenses never get me far, nor will they create rainbows in my skies that are coloured in greys. Daunting death daringly beckons me asking me to come out and play, yet I refuse to give up, or give in, as I grow stronger with each new dreamfilled day. I disassociate myself from the mundane, and toxic strangers who were once so close, as my friendly future fondly promises that it will never fail to keep me engrossed. Your hatred, once my lullaby, no longer translates into words, as your soul is restless now, without control over me, your heart flutters, and flaps inside you like the clipped wings of a caged bird. All the ups, and downs, and highs, and lows, have poisoned my poetic prose, like coratid kisses from a cancerous, and thorny rose. For every lie you tell, the worse your karma grows, like a new age Pinocchio, you will not realize it until blood pours from your nose. Each and every orifice will burn, burst, and then explode, until the screams within you reach fever pitch, and your skin begins to itch, and then corrode. The acid inside you will surface then pop, burning you from the inside out, as the ghosts of Christmas future will beg, and shout, praying for salvation from the endless doubts. Your erstwhile rainforests are now barren and bare, burned to the ground, as mother nature worryingly wails in dire despair; you have killed mother Earth, and defiled her worth, with your lackadaisical legacy, and self-righteous rebirth. Your ego's army would fight the most foolish wars, rape and pillage the poor, then make its women and children your whores. You assume to be worthy of every kingdom under the sun, but assumption is a fool's trait, and you are contestant number one. My journey will lead me to the highest mountains, and the furthest lands, I will paint the world with wonder, every goal will be attainable, and every wish, my command. You are still trapped in your magic lamp, your confidence is damp, as you are as cheap, and common as recession era food stamps. In the end, you will see that lady luck has tricked you, and left you behind, in a trail full of scattered misery. Your pitiful pride, and sense of entitlement will be inscribed upon your tombstone once your inabiity to accept responsibility becomes the reason that you have died. I observe you from the sidelines as your train derails, creating chaos and mass confusion like the beseeching cries of bellowing beached whales. If only you had listened to your conscience, perhaps you would not have been dispensed. Not a single survivor save for me managed to escape from your shipwreck. it is time to wake up or get left behind, this is your final reality check.

Oil Spill.

Child, it's time to grow up before you drink too greedily out of life's cup. Recognize when you are wrong, accept it when you fail, or prepare for a lifetime filled with ships that refuse to sail. The difference between a man and a boy, is that a man always accepts what he cannot change, and is never coy. You are merely a mouse, disguised in man's clothing; the object of my pity, and the epitome of loathing. You cry to the skies, berating God for all of your troubles. Krishna would not even answer you, but instead would let you boil, and bubble. Berating the world for the monkies that sit upon your back, even though all it would take, is retracing your tracks. What is it that changed, and made you so deranged? How did you turn so yellow, when you claimed to be the strongest fellow? Your nine lives are almost over, and you are left with only one; this might as well be 2012 as you emit flares like the sun. You will die soon, and your lack of legacy will be left behind. You have not a single friend to whom you have been unkind. They claim to support you, yet you leave them dancing in the dark; hoping to get sympathy for each, and every foolish farce. You are a clown in your own right, once you were so sweet. Now you're left careening wildly through traffic lined streets. I would never curse you, as you have already sealed your own fate, as I await the date that you find destiny and its rude awakenings atop your plate. Eat and drink freely of the substances, and lies that will surely lead to your demise; as your emotions refuse to surface since you removed the tear ducts from your eyes. You will fail, and falter, it's as guaranteed as the sunrise, abandoned at the altar, for your endless lies. What a sad situation you are, as you claim to be a star though you've fallen from the sky, I pray that you will wake up, before your actions cause the beauty within you to die. Peter Pan, you refuse to grow up, Oedipus Rex, fix your complex. All I ever wanted was someone who matched me well, but you were the makings of a monster from within the depths of Hell. Poked, prodded, and provoked me until I was filled with hate, your actions, and your words ultimately sealed your fate. Pray for forgiveness, repent as soon as you can, before Princess Karma takes notice and deals your next hand. I wash my hands clean, and walk away from your landfill; you killed all my marine life, you were my worst ecological oil spill. Whales, dolphins, and sharks alike struck you, and attempted to eat you until they went on strike. Much to their dismay, you were sadly born this way; lost from day one, it was predetermined that you would direly decay.

Midnight in Paris.

Two roads converged at the foot of a snow covered hill, one would surely lead to treasures while the other led downhill. I chose the former, for once in my life, as it glittered like gold. I was ecstatic, and so relieved, to have found someone so dear to hold. You are worth your weight in diamonds, pearls pale in comparison to your smile. The light behind your eyes fills me with wonder, and makes me pray that you will stay awhile. For once, body, heart, soul, and mind agree that you may just be the best thing to ever happen to me. All my troubles seem so far away now that you are near; your ability to listen, selflessly, makes me hopeful for future years. Together we will map the world, sip tea at noon in London, spend midnights in Paris, and then wake up to breakfast in Dublin. We can eat baguettes as we walk through the Parisian rain, dance along the river Seine, then indulge our senses as the Louvre works magic in our brains. My attraction to you is as solid as la tour Eiffel, take me in your arms, and watch my heart swell. My ego has finally been put to rest, I no longer react to jealous, jilted jokers or their jaded jest; on this quest, I have learned to live, and let live, to let go when need be, as the closer we grow, the more you set me free. I have been freed from the chains of oppression that once were, no longer filled with the obsessions that made life a blur. Instead, I stop and smell the roses with you, watch others take one step, as we take two. This love is effortless, effervescent, too, as you complement me perfectly, nothing is taboo. You have chased away the blues with the green, and hazel specks that dance inside your eyes, as I long to improve myself so I can be the man for you whose beauty is as majestic as the most beautiful sunrise. Your velvet kisses make me weak in the knees, as you whisper words reminiscent of a tropical breeze. We can sail the seas, explore this life as we walk hand in hand, I no longer believe you to be a figment of my imagination, nor an illusion, but instead, my promised land.