between the thunderstorm that shadowed you
from the heels of spoken poetry to my bed
and the heated sunfire that lit me across the street
from where you waited, an angle away from the last light
a romance of elements
has made itself available to us
i sense its presence while i tentatively
circle the perimeter,
inquisitive and unsure.
these doors and drugs and laughter
are intoxicating playthings, rendering our moments
saturated
and so i get carried away with flavors inspired
cracking through my thick survivor’s glaze
i want to go to japan and morocco and timbuktu with you
watch coconut bubbles pop colors in your bath
i can be the one who reads your words.
i can be your southern summer.
i am constantly traveling, even when the satellites
would categorize me immobile
but your gaze renders me (still)
sentiment – I have some.
I’m gay light though. And I have a pussy.
You seem to be unaware of the three definitions of the word gay.
1) homosexual
2) happy
3) Jesus Christ you are massively fucking gay!
Hope this helps in the future.
Salvation at last! But only half.
hey guys I wrote a poem too, hope you like it
I didn’t read but I enjoyed your post. More pls.
I’m just here for the comments
If you’re going to post shitty poetry you could at least have the decency to use the shift key next time.
If you’re going to post poetry make it good, like this limerick I wrote.
If you’re going to post poetry make it good, like this limerick I wrote.
But seriously, just don’t double post after fucking up on the first one, fag.
But seriously, I edited the first one and it posted twice without my knowing, hawk eyes.
but seriously, that was fucking funny 😉
We’re all lame at heart no matter how much we build ourselves up; at least he’s being honest with what he is.
Poetry is essentially lyrics without music- you’ve likely sung along to words like this at least once in your lifetime.
Nope. Nothing you just said is correct.
lol
Hmmm.
This newb is obviously a woman, gents.
Hilarious though.
haha…Not sure what’s worse, being haterocket’s proposed queen or a fag writing bad poetry, but…for what it’s worth, I do indeed have a pussy.
Meow.
Show us.
What’s worse is you thinking anyone actually cares. Please leave.
^ding.