Seeds Of The Poet-Tree Work

This is just some of the stuff I have written for the poetry/performance art group that I am in at school. The first one is just about crushes and being a fly on the wall. The other is about players who think they're cool for screwing around with women. Basically the type of person I'm not, but anyway hope you enjoy.

“Fly”

A fly on your wall
My compound eyes
Capturing the thousands of things
That make you beautiful to me
Compacting them
Into one perfect image
That is you
And as I
Capture and compact
These images
My wings begin to flutter
Rapidly into a song
That I sing for you
In loud buzzes
Music from my heart
But yet I only seem
To take in the good side
Of you
And I fail to realize
That you misinterpret
My songs for only
Mere noise
And I realize this
Only as your swatter
Quickly descends
Upon me
And as I lie
On your wall
No longer a fly
More of a crippled mass
I start to see
All the things
I should have seen
In you
And as my eyes
Go blind I realize
That these crushes
Like a fly’s life
Are short lived
And they only
Leave you a mess

“Player”
“I don’t see her
As much” he says
“Not enough time”
He tells her
“But I’m glad you’re here”
The bait to his lure
Cool enchanting liquid
Making a feeling pure
By patching together
False emotions
“Never stop thinking of you, never”
Hollow words
Breathe life into an eager heart
Hands begin to touch bodies, words slur
Love potion goes down
Its current pulling
Together lips, this thief is wearing a prince’s crown
As bodies begin to dance
Upon a comforter lined dance floor
Elixir trances
As the world fades to black
And she wakes up realizing
He’s not coming back