Sonnets.

'Room'

I gaze out of the apartment window, and look down.

That German atmosphere fills the street with remarkable sound -

happiness travels through my veins as my childish excitement

observes those roads constructed of a dark grey cement.

I turn around, and a beastly, familiar stench starts to fill the room:

The old lady who lives at the bottom has started cooking her brothy doom.

It fills me with memories of all the times I have been here; I love it.

To anyone new here it would cause tears. I don’t move a bit.

We’re all ready to go shopping, so we leave the flat

I glance behind me, closing my eyes and embracing this fact.

I already wish to return, but with all the Lego and art supplies I buy

I’ll spend the rest of the day with new toys, on a natural high.

I’ll only be here a weekend but I love it here, when I go I’ll be sad.

But that’s the only disadvantage when you’re reunited with your Dad.

'Sex'

Night falls and two sensual lovers clash,

warmth of hands caresses a heartbeat.

Lingerie is now visible, tightly holding feminine figure;

love is in the air as these bodies meet.

Man in the window, watching their innocence:

hot air invades his head as he watches pure passion.

Bed in vision, heart on sleeve, envy spreads through his mind -

Good riddance, he spares a last thought.

Pillow meets hair inside the house, the man whimpers.

Yeah, he thinks, get ready, do it.

Male and female are interrupted in their slumber –

Experience this, you cruel bitch, he yells;

flesh hits the wall as the gun is fired, passion falls to dust.

Different atmosphere turns to dark from lust.