Just the Poison That Poured

Just a shadow of the past,
just a love that never last
and could never again,
it could never again be.

Just the lies that persevered,
just the deceit so revered
that pierced through the skin
and did it again and again and again.

Just the lies you'd speak,
just your hate that'd seek
an innocent soul trapped here,
just the poison that poured
out of a mouth so bored
it found issue with killing a soul,
just the disdain that dripped
from an angry lip
that continued to break apart
a rejected heart
that to this point so far
never appears to
have that happiness you
seemed to feel when I
am ready to die.

The Man Under the Lampshade

Sipping on a martini
in the darkly lit corner,
the person under the lampshade -
when it comes to this establishment,
he is a foreigner,
a shadow that seemingly fades.
He possess the mysterious quality
that makes lookers wonder
the story behind his shadow.
He could write romance,
hunt baby seals and make you shudder,
or be purer than a white snow.
He could be the wittiest
with a great sense of humor
and an ability to bring a smile
or he could be tasteless,
attacking the brain like a tumor
using jokes of Monica Lewinsky all the while,
but suddenly he is exposed,
his face seen in a glimpse
at which point there is no doubt.
He has the face of a saint,
the spirit to help those who limp,
and the moral fiber that would give a mother a joyous shout.
While more information
is attempted to be gathered
he smoothly slides back into the corner.
With no hesitation,
this man has so much mattered
though his story surely goes further.




Another 4-word challenge, my friend presented me martini, lampshade, Monica Lewinsky (REALLY?!), and baby seals...we/I made a new rule after this one which is no proper nouns (or at least not people).