Try me again

Try wipe the blank stare off your face,
See if it leaves a better version of my swollen cheeks,
Go take the coins that have holed my pockets,
See if you can mend my life and my trouser's,
Try jibe me with the times the world conspired against me,
And if it drains the rage boiling in your head,
See it fit that i too get a chance twice as you,
Try hide all the niceties that make up my hobbies,
And if that act fills you up with satisfaction,
See to it that the empty shell in me is forgiven,
Try bid me farewell this time round,
See if you can scribble a note for once,
Under the bed, take the notebook i have penned for you,
In there you'll find my swan song to you.

Adieu, Oh bottled one!

When your belts start to look like snakes,
Dancing away the night breeze in your wardrobe,
When your heap of clad looks like an overgrown cat,
The shiny buttons glowing to resemble the beasts eyes,
And the bed switch seems a mile away to save you,
My brother, its time to say no to the bottle.

Days Gone by

The sand has lost its place,
No longer does it shape the desert,
Nor bask at the shiny beach,
The sand castles have fallen too,
Together with the children,
Time has changed their fate,
So long are the days, when,
It was a child's world, earth,
And gone are the days, when,
Such poetry would make CENTS!