I know little of rhyme
Nothing of meter
My writings, barbaric
Don't express either
Part of poetry
As well as another
Someone more well-versed
In giving poems color
I use alliteration on occasion
Pauses to be dramatic
These little lacking lines I craft
Probably come off as erratic
Syllables be ******
Imagery imagined
Rhymes forced
One of the only poems I know
Is about a hearse
One that ominously rides by
Intimidating some unfortunate guy
Reminding him that he'll eventually die
Or those under the pen of Poe
Whose tales of distortion and woe
Are firmly engraved in my memory
As empty as blank verse
I sit here vexed and cursed
Trying to express my thoughts
My more artistic passion
Which just so happens
To be in a more archaic fashion
Than the others I admire and read
But I've never taken the time
To put poetry under a microscope to see
The framework that could lead the blind
Guiding and inspiring those who write poetry
And so I'm inclined, but don't really mind
Remaining forever in obscurity

Free me from the crystals I have curved
that are rushing back to me... ready to roll over me.

Save me from this thicket of trees
that have planted me into the ground like a gravestone.

Rescue me with this key made from my own skeleton,
because this love is gruesome, locking me behind skeleton bars.

I have pleaded.
I have pilfered.
I have pawned.

My love is a man in drag,
disguised and uncertain.

Forgive me for not appreciating.
Forgive me for not learning.
Forgive me for not knowing.

Help me broaden my stride
because I'm lagging behind.

Don't leave me on the outside,
because my soul is eternally internal
and longs for the warmth of your dazzling vivid silver lies.

I'll free my love
I'll save my love
I'll rescue my love
I'll plead with my love
I'll pilfer my love
I'll pawn my love
I'll forgive you, my love
I'll help you, my love
I'll leave you, my love
     if you demand.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

How does this engulf me
Physically
Mentally
Emotionally

I'm addicted
I'm hooked

There's always something to mourn

It's easy
It's depth full

I can only feel sullen
How does this feel so uplifting
While simultaneously so crushing

I can't think straight
I can't walk straight

It's taking over
I'm sinking
And I don't want to be saved

O sweet honey bun,
I'm scribbling as fast as I can,
writing deep penetrating thoughts,
things I think you'd like.

O, isn't this hot,
thrilling,
scintillating
raw techno-fun?
Your responses are so sublime,
genuine sultriness,
you have suggestive-words
of your own,
it's hard to keep up!

O, pardon my misspellings,
but the excitement is taking
me over the edge,
auto-correct can't even stop
my intent to be with you,
giving you my ******.

O, I think you should know,
I cannot fight you,
the aura on my screen,
that view of you
makes me feel explosive.
So here goes doll,
I'm getting close,
I'm strumming myself
to the beat of your words,
I think I love this,
kissing you in space,
exploding to the glow
of modern moonlight.

I've got the drinks, and I've got the will
I've got the time
And expired pills

I'll use them all
To get what I want
Wait, that's not right
I mean to deal with not getting what they want

A selfish brat, maybe
Tantrums like crazy
Pouting over nothing
Poor little baby

I'm good at self-loathing
I don't need your help
I've got plenty of sedatives;
One-way tickets to hell

It's where all my friends live
I'll fit right in
We perspire and make toasts to the worst of our sins

And laugh at the people
Who spent lives longing for choirs
Up there in white-walled mansions
Built of unfulfilled desires