Come, Let Us Love
Poem Come, let us fall in love with ourselves. Come, let us clean our embarrassing shelves of the guilty pleasure, of the bad debts. Come, let us accept our frivolous selves. Bask in...
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Poem Come, let us fall in love with ourselves. Come, let us clean our embarrassing shelves of the guilty pleasure, of the bad debts. Come, let us accept our frivolous selves. Bask in...
Poem From the shelf where she sat, she could gaze at the world, And weigh the good and the bad. From the shelf where she sat, through the glass, at a curve, It...
Surreal Poetry A hungry man will never turn away from distractions inviting him to feel full In that way, survival takes on a thrusting Tint serious only regarding a palm’s distance away from the...
All that time it took jeesus search like a sexually frustrated TSA employee and find nothing that’ll stick nothing that denials can’t sing along to Till trouble, embarrassed, pays the bill slinks out and...
Beauty once lead me on high Then dropped me down, a base reprise Colored blue, de-sensitized In purgatory, compromised I want to live, I want to die Feel life flash before my eyes Pinch...
I’ve got thoughts in my head And dreams in my pockets I’ve worn smiles on my face Amidst sleepy contemplations There are journeys to be made And adventures to be had But my eyes...
Master list of angst bullet points ricochet in French more common than stars in the sea Sheer height cranes a neck wears down the shoulders for the burden victory useless in the dark and...
In the Land of Promise. This life of mine runs amuck, With water filled lungs And a wavering heart. Trouble was about me. The gossip was, let him sink. Oh, my dear, Precious you...
Poem About Love You call it writers block, I say I’m empty inside. Arguments over cold coffee And burning but not smokeable Cigaretter butts. Social contracts obligate me To tell you not to...
How long until the sands run out Of your ticking, tracking eyes That look so freely in and through me And gaze upon shores of my muddled tries How long until the sands run...