Solitary

I'm playing solitary
a lonely game I play,
for a moment
I feel surreal.
I'm not alone,
there's no need to dwell
to have head crack,
I feel so eaten.

There's no fun to play
solitary I imagine
I can ignore
the protest my foot told,
but I'm not ready
to sleep; my foot stuck
like a mud
on ground I only can
stare the screen.

I sense no depression
but Queens and Kings call
shot when they appear
I don't feel so tired.
I don't feel insane,
it's good enough they
ask me to take lead.

By Petal
Copyright 2010 onwards

The glove

Lily took a memory trip,
walk down the lane and foretell-
seeing the other same, a true
sibling who imitate her look,
but she can see her in the dream,
in life she's gone, leave a glove
which is seven years old etch in mind.

By Petal
Copyright 2010 onwards

Toddlers' fun

Two wonderful boy toddlers
with cute eyes,
bop and jump,
sad
or pop a smile,
with hype or naught.
Babyish,
making funny faces
and punch a line.
Otherwise they tumbling
down
much to
amusement they all
say with merriment,
to bemuse us
the hype of their fun.

Love to be watch,
they  accompany you
they like being cuddl-ish,
for parents to weigh them.
Two cuties stare and pout,
trampling and squiggle,
fell onto the cushion;
be ticklish for you to press
their giggle.
Giggling,
Peals,
snort before snore
feel death of boredom
strikes again!

With extra attention
never pamper them--
their eyes sparkles,
with good reason to
wear the sunglasses.
It's their order,
to wear them;
when they turn cool
they speak random words
to make a special
And happy day.

By Petal
Copyrights 2010 onwards

Red wine or cocktail

I hardly drink vodkar and red wine/beer,
all I have taste once.

Have try spirit before,
I do find it nice, refreshing.

I have no favorites,
But red wine's good for heart I like.

Cocktail, it's included too,
it also tasted once;

If there's vanilla flavour,
I'm granted to drink it if there's treat.

Importantly,
There's always a good drink

of any beverages unrelated,
Red wine or cocktail,

or any other beverages of favorites,
Have it all for heart and soul.

By Petal

Copyright 2010 onwards

Blank Stares

Its gaze filled the air,
Its empty inside, a pair
Of eyes were still,
When the clock ticks;
One word of no movement
Is not a trick-
It's stubborn,
And still as a statue.

Solid and hard
In one place,
It stands in his post
With grace.
Immobile, he towers down
With a long look,
Quietly it remains
In silent approach,
But he shows a straight face.

It is not a reproach,
Emotions devoid preaching
By the stares of no movement,
The statue has silent power
in longer moment;
Stood there expressionless,
He waits.

And it is unfortunate
To hear active sounds,
It only breaks,
When he hears it cut
And it resounds.
The head amputated,
Lastly the stare was
No longer tempted;
It's a headless statue.

The head rolled on the
Ground, it still staring
As it still moving around,
And seeing the sky till it stops.
On the ground looking up,
Time paused when it lolls.
Headless statue still standing
And all passerby's
Blank stares he received.

By Petal
Copyrights 2010 onwards

Petal's works

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