I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex
Two is one One is none That’s the world we live in Relative Perspective
I made a food forest today To play my part and play the game To carve my niche, to stake my cla… And forge a path to not be slave
I’ve said some things that mean a… And said some things you should fo… I throw myself against the wall To see what sticks and what should…
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Would you wanna hang out some time To see if dreams maybe align Feels like our rhythms could be rh… And these voices might harmonize
There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion
Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme
To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done
I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy
When they say “Two wrongs don’t make a right.” What I hear is “Don’t confuse justice with spite.…
I’ve never really cared about me I know I’ll be fine I’m the benchmark of resiliency You’re who’s on my mind
I appreciate you Facilitating breakthroughs With love I didn’t know due This wretch without a clue