(((Schemer))) Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

So what if it hurts me?
You carelessly dancing with the Sun...
Mired deeply in your belicose attitude...
Feeling no remorse of what you have done.

Much as a Basilisk slightly hidden in the tropics...
Whose lethal breath and glance completely destroys...!
Your persona 'tis inflamed with a choleric attitude...
You-who-are so easily annoyed.

So what if it hurts me?
As fear deliquesces my weary soul...
Tormented beyond the pale-Master of no remorse...
Much needed comaraderie should instead be your goal.

Your diaphanous persona has broken my being...
All stuck in a bourgeous cow trodden town...
We are searching for euphonious tones this day...
While your existentialism makes you responsible for schemes we found.

So what if it hurts me?
Finding your complete truth at long last?
Your torture and torment have been with me too long...!
That an eraser is needed to remove you from my life -fast! ! !
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Too many drugged drinks later...or is it too many hits?
Too many Led Slippers giving you blisters...
Maybe it is time you quit...or do you have NU plans?
Or maybe its just been too much rice
Anf a too quick view of paradise-
Cause i know how my heart is feeling today...
And if Angina is a clue to what you will do
Then you need to be put away!


Underneath The Umbrella


1974-2010