Tis a life of many agonies
Filled with constant tragedies
Subject to such brutalities
And reaching our capacities
We seek some new realities
Then flee into our fantasies
To avoid our own mortalities

Look for yourself.
Everything else will fall into place.

There is a poem
arising on this page
hesitantly

It doesn't know you
or what to festoon itself with
to get your attention

which is worth more
than diamonds

i won't stop missing you
i write all the things i'm too cowardly to say to you
because you mean so much more to me than i ever will to you
and i'm grandiose and over dramatic
and you're so grounded and pragmatic
and i'm interrogative and analytic
and you're so instinctive and prolific