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Poems by The Tsundere
A collection of poetry written by me. Feel free to comment your opinions or give advice.
Road Rage
Tall, towering streetlights illuminate infinite dark streets and end at sharp, shady intersections,
As daylight hours end and drunken drivers begin their wretched reign, rowdily parading the streets,
Rushing cars honking and swerving; subsequent to them the most brutally honest of interventions;
Jealous, exhausted workers meeting head to head with envious, unproductive alcoholics in fleets.

Fender benders clashing left and right, while vehement vehicles and vile vultures are all smashed alike.
Lives are lost, lessons are learned, but still the question lingers: was it worth it to argue and fight?
Why is it so difficult for man not to stick another's head on a pike, but rather to love, and to like?
We're growing and innovating, yet still we are the same: a self-destructive humanity. Behold, what a sight!

--Brooke Reinhardt


Midnight Matters
A warm lunar light dares embrace me and lift my spirits,
As the beautiful moon showers me with her luminescent glow.
She smiles at me with such grace and blows away my broken-hearted disdain,
With her crater-like dimples promising me years of joy and more to know.
The foreign damsel waits for me every day and joins me every night,
Always ready to entwine herself with me and heal my wounds from head to toe.
If only in spirit, the glorious moon sits with me and mends my broken bones,
Offering me an eternal ear from another dimension, wrapped like a gift with a shiny bow.

--Brooke Reinhardt


Monday
She lays with heavy eyes in the early morning,
Threatening to drag her back into a deep sleep,
As her cozy bundled body weeps in mourning,
As the sun through thin curtains does dare peep.

Ah, that infamous Monday morning with dreadful labor ahead.
Always full of zombies, feigned illnesses, and cranky citizens,
Each one dipping and dozing off with a dainty drooped head,
Each room filled with nothing but poor dear drowsy denizens.

--Brooke Reinhardt


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