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What do you want?
What do you want?
A mirror? A clone? Seussian rhymes; remarks birds have flown?
Temperate climes with citrusy groves?
An overlooked crime? A muse? A scone?
Two lumps please. So oftentimes the lemon is free.
Invisible ink; deft tap to the teeth;
How hot are the flames that tell you to flee?
How necessary was this tattered sheaf?
Yellowed with age and electrolyte stained
So please make it plain that the blues are defamed
Put the scale to good use and find that we weigh
Equally heavy in distortion and gain.
All the slants and the can'ts and the rants make you scoff
But to no surprise the top hat that you doff
Is grimy and felted with bills tucked in the brim
Too impatiently tapped when too thin is the broth.
No story untold if I do grow so bold
But color and texture is what makes it fine
Find a fool is you search; confidence to besmirch
juxtaposed lucridity of both tone and rhyme.
You makin fun off me poofs?
You makin fun off me poofs? ;P nice cuts like ice!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
nah just kind of flailing
nah just kind of flailing into imagined space. so much flail! you guys are the best though.
Ditto ;) hugss
Ditto ;) hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Nice...very nice.
Nice...very nice.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
ehh...its okay.
ehh...its okay.
It Is Not OK
It is a deeply provacative and wondrous writing going down here. The thing about putting electrolytes and lucridity in the same poem is that magic happens - You wizard! Oh fire finger, oh muse...~A~
lool you gotta be messin
lool you gotta be messin