The original title is "A [th]ong of ice and fire", wherein [th] represents the thorn character, which this website rejects.
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.