When I walk by a frat
I see a girl.
She’s someone like that
Someone like that

A corona in hand,
Man in the other carefree
Her smile forms a temporal arch from
Beat to beat.

"**** she’s hot"
The hottest thot
Of my thoughts
The thottiest blot
Of my frankly rotten
Mind.

If I was to put the thought into words
"**** she’s hot"
"Maybe not"
The layer of makeup does nothing to
Increase the depth of her ****** features.

Like Icarus,
"**** she’s hot"
"Maybe not"
I flew away hurt by how amused I was from the wiles of a silly woman.

Hah!
That’ll show her!

She smiled.
**** she’s hot,
Maybe not.

Maybe it’s envy,
Maybe it’s pride,
Maybe it’s fate,
Maybe I should leave.
Definitely I’m acting weird.

She smiled.
"****, she’s hot",
Huh.

If I could make a tower
I'd make it out of you
And if the days go cold and sour
I'd climb to reach our rendezvous.

O' skin so clear and fair
Smooth like Mirror's reflection,
If I could stalk from way up there
I'd stare locked by your complexion.

But alas I mustn't touch
No matter the mortal urge
Or else it would be all to much
All discourse spells your fateful purge!

I'm isolated in my house
Circled by friends
Is what I thought they were.

I'm tired.
I'll lie on the pillow
That guy sewed for me.

I'm dreamy.
Romanticism is *******
I need someone in bed with me

To just talk
About what I think
Friends talk about.

I'm accepting
Of a fate of
Labelled by a face and

An idea of perfection.

He sneaks
Through the small opening
Of a window.

He tries
To get into bed.

He fails,
Apprehensive to join
The masses.

He walks to the door
Looks back,
Sees me.

And we settle to watch anime.

I worry that
I don't worry.
That my problems are minuscule
Like this poem

I get trapped
By ropes braided with scales
And hiss it whispers
"Love"

Like the venom it bites me with
Makes me hallucinate.

Now I'm with you in a room
I'm not sure if I'm the interrogator
When I ask these questions.
You say it depends on the confidence you carry
I say my confidence vanished with your "no".
You say fine then the interrogation is over.

Fleeting are feelings of euphoria
Come in a fleet of reality.
Fire the pessimism
Oh! We got a hit!
Now he feels uncertainty
Insecurity
Trapped

In a room with you and I enjoy it
Five minutes is all I need to feel euphoria
Come in with a fleet of reality
Fire the pessimism
Oh!  It hurts even more now,

I'm in a room with you and I enjoy it.

Would obesity exist
If children were told
Candy was healthy?

Would sin exist
If apples were
Freely given like those

Free samples I
Got while at
Costco.

And like the name suggests
There's always a Cost
To have someone to Co. with

Because they're always
Trying to lie and deceive
Because once you try one

Back
There's never going

So why do I want you
If I know I can't have you?

You take my breath away
Like the half baked cliche
That drains the originality
From my writing.

You take my breath away
Like the kids in the playground
Who have fun holding their breath
For as long as possible.

You take my breath away
Like the water that fills the lungs
Of the 67th person named Bob Smith
Who is currently drowning under a cruise ship.

You take my breath away
With your charming smile
And your knowing gaze

If attraction were as simple
As the atomic bonding
Between a proton and an electron.

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.