So, you want to write a poem.
Dear, dear writer, don't you know?
I come on my own time.
Prepare me a space
with white linen and
scarlet red roses.
Sweet talk me pretty,
or you'll be the one
up all night pacing,
pining for your poetry.
So love, you expect the best--
Well, I give when I’m ready.

                 Yours truly,

                  Poetry

Well,
doesn't everybody just love a poet?!
No.
Poets love poets
And poets don't love poets
What poets do love poets,
Can't be together
We're all nuts, insane, delusional
Lunatics!
The lot of us!
Peering into souls,
dreaming about
"filth and flowers",
as my best poet friend says
Making **** up in our
Moonlit Minds
Bending to every breeze in spring and summer
Praying to every cloud that passes!
Dwelling in bubbles blown by children!

Beautiful Insanity
Loved, lusted for,
unloved, lonely

Who loves a poet?

"A Robert Palmer please, and two ultras for my friends here." sais the over weight man in pink golf shorts.
Of course sir
"I bet she purrs like a kitten between the sheets. Haha!" whispers the man sitting next to the pink golf shorts
"Look at that ***!", laughs the grey haired checkered shirt
"I'll smack it when she brings our order, bro.",replies pink shorts
Here is your Robert Palmer sir.
And two ultras.
WHACK!
Squeeze
They laugh

Head dropped
Tears fall
Shame felt

Yellow Haired Servant Girl

I don't know the realisation
of a vacation
of motivations

My own

Truth is rude
reality crude
Beauty eludes

This zone

So aviated
Emaciated
Unimancipated

Empty

Time escapes
Protruder rapes

I can't think
Thus I drink

There is no hope
To cope
Eternal rope

A necklace

A brace
Losing race
Hard case

I

Was YOUR vacation
Emancipation
Salvation

YOUR

I was your
Door
Floor

Your

Rug
Drug
Biting bed bug

Me

I can't fight
Not right
Can't take flight

Bottle of *****
Won't win just lose
Shades of blues

I cry
Lie
Wish I'd die

Complicate
Break
Fake

Feed me
Fear

I envy your heart,
Its beating

I lost mine
P
  I
    E
       C
          E
By piece
A dried up and dead rose
All that remains

No matter the amount of blood I've spilt
Trying to fill my veins

I see you have rosy cheeks, a smile
May I borrow them,
Just for awhile?

I may return
Yet
More likely burn

But your rosey cheeks,
How they invite

I'm hungry
Give me just
        A
B
  I
   T
     E~A

Awful
Black butterfly,
Lacking even the blue dots,
worn upon the wings
ripped off by smiling children at play
I dwell in the shadows of low light
I'm forlorn and forbidden
Alone
My feast,
contains saline and salty tears
Unloved
Grasped by unpoetic hands in the stillness of midnight
No matter how pretty
How soft
What expensive things I decorate my unholy self with
I dwell alone
One of many
Forlorn, forbidden things

I'd like an explanation please,
If you wouldn't care to take the time
Tell me why I drink so much
And feel life isn't worth a dime

Please, take just a few seconds
Realise I'm sending out a plea
I'll pay you for your time,
If you'll just listen to me

Understand my whispers
Are really hidden screams
Reality is so visceral
But nightmares replaced my dreams

Tears have turned to blood
In the ocean they drown
No matter the number of prayers
My soul remains hell bound

Please explain this darkness
Why the sun will never shine
And why it is that I give
But no heart will ever be mine

Can you sit with me a moment
And not see the ugly I hide
Just speak of smiles and truth
Could you kindly abide?

And when the sun passes
over this weeping tree
When the dark of night takes over
Could you just maybe remember me?

I knelt,
beneath the weeping maple
watched its leaves for a time
It bleeds
Dragons Blood, its very name
Red
Star shaped leaves
Later
They unfold
Build
as the moon waxes
wanes,
The dogwood blooms
Unfold
as lovers unfold held souls
Fingers
Unfold
To hold another hand
Paper hearts
Unfold
to wrap, and keep another heart
And the moon
unfolds for you