The Bottom Shelf Review

Sun to Star

Pretty knife kept silence
Painted in red
Hues of amber
Hints of gold
Not an inch spared
Light over all, after all
Gone in a flash
Darkness left to reign
Glimmers of light take hold
Silence settles in a
Temple of solace
Breezes begin to meddle
Flowing in to settle
Trees sing their single
Branches like crickets
Together in symphony
Life binding serenity

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Heart’s Grievance

Men at the bar are rarely too far
Exes still exist, now with drinks
A common coincidence
Arguments of old times
Old wounds open wide
Hearts left in a familiar bind
But the eyes aren’t blind
Pleads fall to deaf ears
A hint to leave incoherent
The goal left painfully clear
The words burn and sear
Tides shift, not by his words
The opposition is never heard
He always loved the last word

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Man-Made

Dust settles, thoughts stir
What more can I do for you, Sir?
Withheld and withdrawn
Locked in as a pawn
Nothing but, a woman shaped box
Made in bulk around the clocks
An assembly line is what they have
Just not me.
I fell off, life was blunt
Not to the standard.
His standard, to be seen not heard
Perhaps the appeal ?
A young mind to be tuned
Played like his favorite flute
Clay to shape to his ideal
Cracked in the kiln
Refusing to kneel. Again