Poetry Prompt: My Love is Not…

I’m made to love

not to be loved in return

No meant to be’s

or wishes on stars

for the person meant for me

Only dark nights spent 

mapping twinkling lights

blinking overhead 

As wishes are granted

for others less broken

than I 

Poem Prompt: Drown in it

 She pours another glass

One

Two

Three

The bubbles tickle her nose

She cannot feel her toes

One, two

Three

She waltzed to music in her head

As she’s taken to her bed

One, two, three

She looks up at the stars

Her ceilings come alive

With memories that drown her

The moments she feels alive

One

Two

Three

Poem: In Photographs

In photographs

Memories will one day fade.

But the pictures will remain

Each with a different version of you.

As I stay painfully the same.

Poem: Disconnected

No more
is human connection
genuine
Dipped in thin layers of truth
stretched
molded
Across fake smiles
practiced
in mirrors
clouded in vaped
hopes and dreams
Lost
in half-breathed breaths
stuck in lungs
constricted
by consumerism touting
worth

As God to the godless
masses
like pigs
to the slaughter
for needless
profits
Preaching expenditure
to zombies
who drool aimlessly over screens
and knows no bothers
As the world crumbles
from left to right
catching fire
overnight
The only connection
in this life
are wires to walls
and catacombs underneath