There is a feeling
That warms your whole body
That warms your whole soul
And enlightens the mind
To a higher purpose than
One.
Two.
It’s not as easy as
1,2,3.
As dropping
Everything for your
Everything
Higher duties than just
Man’s sinful lust
Or instinctual mating
Refined into tracing
Lines of society
Who expand into
Towering walls.

I want to love.
I want to be loved.

I’m not the type of guy

Who makes poems that rhy

Me. There is not rhythm

No hop to my walk.

Spare the [conversation]

Of cliche sayings.


There’s that type

Of rhyme that’s

A bit shady.

Like that guy

That you see in

The alley

Who talks to himself.


Who approaches you

With a solemn face

And yellowed teeth

To show what’s inside

His brown bag.


A ragged animal

Who once ran

From the face of a [male human]

But will still attempt to act tough

And [not smooth]

But only a coward stands.


Then again

If that guy was real

We’d all be scared

Hiding our surreal

Sacred

Secrets

In a rhyme

That doesn’t make much sense.

Walls of iron-y
They corrode by that
Sweet lemony scent,

Pure oxygen atoms
Melt down those FE-
Elings of isolation.

It's ugly but
We're all impure,
The longing eating at the
Hard arduous armor

Revealing what hides
Behind walls.
Things too scared
About uncertainty

About exposure
About sensitivity

But then you're exposed
By your sensitive skin
To the warmth of someone and

It feels good.

I am trapped under water
Without say.

This is my say,
But it is unheard.

They say none will understand,
I agree.

But that is untrue
Even if we're unique

Unique is a perception,
We are all the same.

This is society,
Where everyone drowns

Next to each other
Yet separated

By walls
Of iron-y.