If I decide to write more in the future, that will be fine, but I haven't had the slightest inkling to write a poem in two months and I don't think I will for a while.
Oh well. No tears for me. This isn't sad.


P.C.I.T.D.C.A dreamer is someone who Balances the love of their environment With the spite of their own microcosm. Distant, dissonant, and deluded As they may be, Their chords strike a hard nerve Within their own love story.P.C.I.T.D.C.
I only wished I could have had more time To think of polished, sugary rhymes. I'm not worried about being strong When I'm allowed to keep my feelings And discard what hurts too much; Like lemon juice, acerbic in my mouth Or in their casual insults On my healing wounds, aggravating pains Striking a citrus, tender, pulpy rain. I kept


Sick Novella.Themes and motifs are Casual as normal While picky findings Present their resent. Through thorough trials, the Heat waves are stricken; Belated by cravens andSick Novella.
Icy-numb people.
I blanched at the thought of twelve-times' timings When fancifully tardy still means that I'm late. Encompassing values give nothing but migraines; When darkness is ventured, a short death should wait. All while the writer is wishfully warping Their own perception of how to desist; Vacuous, but mighty, the Victorian Era Made more than one author penned to their list.


FeezmaFreezing finely under fleece Knees a knocking cant keep peace Exhaustion cumbers; existence expelled Soulless with sorrows, sadly with self Taking out timbers, toasting ones toes Heating a hotplate illegally in hose. Midnight mutters milkily to meek minds Stealing the stealthy with sweet silky rhymes.Feezma
id

Here There Be MonstersHe springs and soars above the sea, Soon marks his zenith, fails to fly, And dives down where the monsters be.Here There Be Monsters
In a depth so dark he cannot see Made deaf to his own muffled cry He springs and soars above the sea.
He greets the sun with heady glee A spin and flash, so sleek and spry And dives down where the monsters be.
His racing heart demands he flee A dart and slash, his will to ply He springs and soars above the sea.
Another rush and jubilee He tries to grasp each shorter high, And dives


Constipation EngrueliationConstipation, Engrueliation Stuck in the act, a need to pass Pain in winding, people dying Intestines splurge, un-neatly they merge Stomach on fire, ones feeling is dire Symptoms swell, Let me expel Sick and taut, Stomach in knots Swoltering pain, feeling in vain Let this be over, an apple will recover The suspension that be, inside of me.Constipation Engrueliation
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You are your own limiting factor, don't hesitate, create!
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Unknown to the world, but deep in the forest... tiptoes delicate, tiny feet the size of bee's knees.
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Unknown to the world, but deep in the forest... tiptoes delicate, tiny feet the size of bee's knees.
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Unknown to the world, but deep in the forest... tiptoes delicate, tiny feet the size of bee's knees.
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