Stephen W. Buchanan

Mixed Emotions

I thought you could,
I don’t know why,
but there you stood
watching me cry.
Not wanting to,
I wanted you
to see in me.

Sweet Little Lies

The lies you tell
smell oh, so sweet
That’s just as well
since I’m no treat
Unhappy pair
going nowhere
We made our shade

Seeing the Void

Palpitations
upon my soul
Deviations
left from the toll
of losing you
Or seeming to
in screams of dreams

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Stephen W. Buchanan enjoys writing poetry, especially in the ha’sonnet form. He publishes his ha’sonnets at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet” and occasionally elsewhere, often with a cat on his lap. You can read his first feature on The Short of It here.

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Mendacious

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words to protect misdeeds
flicker off his lips easily
his assumptions of naivete
bolster the deception
built-up scenarios layered
completing the deception
the cunningness of the ruse
further widens the divide
of love’s innocence
ultimately breaking a heart
then moving on
to the next vulnerable target
with no conscience
to speak of

some will always be lying snakes

Actions Of A Stranger

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According to you, all that’s missing is a cape.
But your contribution is the bare minimum.
Turmoil abounds, and where are you?
You need a signal in the sky to see what’s
right there in front of you?

Emotional maintenance means nothing to you.
So many opportunities for growth missed or ignored.
My needs are on stand-by, yours apparently met.
And you’re still smiling and laughing while
it’s chilly in here. You never bring a coat.

So why are you acting like you’re a hero?