Witch

I brew trouble
miles from you, miles from me,
hoping the vapors will infiltrate the both of us.
I seem to forget that the wind shifts
all on its own accord.
I can't control it.
I can't stop it.
I can't convince it.
The vapors rise and fall,
and move in and out,
from window to window.
Poison to one.
Pleasure to the other.
But none for me
and none for you.

Colloquium

Please don't say you'll try anymore.
I can't take the waiting,
the empty
promises.
Days don't fill anew.
It's the same bullshit
press random, press repeat
you can't tell the difference anyway.
It all falls apart.
Yesterdays problems,
are tomorrow's ambiguity.
Foresight blazing,
only to foreshadow
events to come
And shit all over my parade.
(I fucking hate parades)

Don't try and fail.
It's a waste of my breath.