Heartbeat

My vision stirs as the last breath leaves my chest,
In fear I try to push the crushing weight,
In the Voltaire world where all is for the best,

I try to hope that you are this depressed,
That loneliness may humble out the great,
My vision stirs as the last breath leaves my chest,

It seems I'm now the things I did detest,
Insecure- and a fool who took the bait,
In the Voltaire world where all is for the best,

This noxious pain drains me of my rest,
And bile curdles organs filled with hate,
My vision stirs as the last breath leaves my chest,

The bitter pith remains without the zest,
Sardonic mocking of a future date,
In the Voltaire world where all is for the best,

Despite the ruin some might say I'm blessed,
To have every manner of love just dissipate,
My vision stirs as the last breath leaves my chest,
In the Voltaire world where all is for the best.

Hope Beyond The Commodore

(Finally another inspiration big enough for a villanelle!)

Hope Beyond The Commodore:

Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,
Yours' is something wholesome I can see,
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make,

At first my mindset is absent- a flake,
But the colors of your eyes still glimpse at me,
Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,

In time you'll see that heartstrings pulled are fake,
I'm a marionette who can utter a "Blessed Be",
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make,

This fleeting feeling like a phantom on a lake,
Something upon which scholars can't agree,
Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,

Each subtle thought you give, you bet I'll take,
Intricately blended, to steep like tea,
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make,

It pains me to see another heart could break,
But you're much too charming to dispel my fantasy,
Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make...

Villanelle

(I finally wrote another villanelle! <3 Dem's tricky)

You get me like a shotgun kiss,
So take me, thrill me, if you dare,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous,

My cemetery invokes such bliss,
And the feel of stone just can't compare,
You get me like a shotgun kiss,

You tempting poison- you're what I miss,
I tried to get you at the fair,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous,

We could be surface liars, this-
We would make a fearsome pair,
You get me like a shotgun kiss,

A gentle whisper; sensuous hiss,
Just makes the feeling rich and rare,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous,

So cast me down to the abyss,
Drown me now- I want my share,
You get me like a shotgun kiss,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous....