Hadstones

Underneath this place
Gelatinous bubbles pop
Ghastly things stomp
Upon my face
My arms long to reach and curl
Around experience
And milestones
Wizened and weakened times hast stopped
Pay your respects to the dead

Paying in buttons

Round in circumference it lay
‘What’ I say
It stayed
A button
No money
Maybe
They won’t notice

No title(yet)

Pieces of ash
Float with fey dance
Crackled wood
Sparkles with embers
The veins of life burn red, scorching
Then split to overflow with heat
Land on me scalding
I move away
Piece of wood slowly obliterates
More fuel for the fire
The phoenix rejoices with an entrancing
scarlet dance.

Explanation for nothing

Perhaps this is poetry
Though it naught but feels real
Trying to confuse
Everyone with words
I can’t fathom but like
So much
I thought I’d share
The more you give the more you get
So let me see
If there's any poetry left in me

The wonderments of wondering
Aren't so great after all
Triumphently they fall
Nothing left
Just grey mess
Where green must now come in
Yet how long does green take to grow
A very very long time and very slow

With the planets aligning
The folks down here wait shining
Hoping for a meteor storm to come

Can you guess the songs hidden in this poem?

Eloquent grunting
Beauty from something
Won't you believe it
What!? Oh well
This used to be a funhouse
I found myself in
Would you believe
You had a bad day
Stop collaborate
In five years time
It's the animal
Just as I was having the chocolate
Where is the cheese?

From a phase

I wish I had a black pen
Not yellow blue or sage

Black will raise you out of yellow
Into the deep dark meadow
Where dark things dance at night
Things all so twisted warm and cute
For me these things only suit
Black pens everyday
So on so forth we fly away