Never desire a **** times.
God, death!
I am dying with regret for you
I miss your big truck and big eyelashes.
My beautiful one
I can’t find someone as sweet as you.
Come back, baby
I will spend all my midnights searching for you.

Racism an illness to colour someone
Racist treats words like a loaded gun
let us communicate
let's not hate
nor to irritate
let us not ****
as racism will

Granger Smith I love you so
Come to me or heads will roll

you know that sound makes when you open a can of soda?
that's the sound my heart makes whenever you walk into the room

that freeing, opening feeling
and all my bubbles froth up just to see your beautiful face

once you open a can of soda it can't be closed
just like my love for you is forever released
never to be captured

all you can do is drink me up
and revel in my sweetness before the can is finished

each toe carefully etched in the dissolving sand
it washes away as the wave washes over it
with nothing but a smooth canvas left behind,
for the next person to mark

this is like my love for you:

i know soon it will be gone,
left perfectly for the next person to take over.
all i ask is that while i'm here,

you appreciate me like i appreciate you

->  you           you
 bring  baby   loving
me                            stop
so                     ­        never
   much               will
           joy        i
                and

By the time I finished writing 2:47 it was 2:48
Now it is 2:47 and 20 seconds
It took me seven seconds to write that
So it was actually 2:47 and 28 seconds
Of course, the only poem I’ve ever written
That requires me to look at the time
Immediately coincided with me having to reload my page

Because love doesn’t want you to know the time
It wants you to be always a minute behind
Its plans