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Where has my day gone?
I've been daydreaming of you.
Do you think of me?
i made a smoothie
                  you were a **** and took it
i hope you spill it
explicit?
if you were a plant,
        you would be so beautiful,
i would purchase you
my laptop is warm
      it has been on for two days
i am negligent
Haikus: so easy
A toddler can do them! But
Not sexually.
When you can't shake the feeling, the feeling shakes you
Lips, soft as petals, rarefied as undiscovered
Wild orchids.

Hair, threads of gold gathered, woven, mined
From secret caves.

Eyes, that fell from violet skies landing on new
Isles of azure.

Skin, so salmon flecked, subtle, delicate, solas,
Destination.

Your body is buried cask and gilded keeper
Of jewels and flame, whispers, searing cold,
Blue fires untamed—

Lush, fertile wanderings, colourful birds, sweeping
Moon, pools of sorrows and light, trees branching,
Pleasures keen, crushing delights without name.
I never saw eyes,
Like hers, now we walk together,
Lake water sparkles.
 Nov 2012 Exquisitely Forlorn
How
3AM
It's 3AM.
I sit in my room with nothing but the glow of a single
halogen
lamp.
All around me is darkness.
I stare,
coldly,
into the abyss of the space around me,
heated only by
the lamp.

For a second, I wonder.
I wonder about
the lamp.
How it fends off the darkness.
How it radiates a glow into an empty room.
How it doesn't do, or think;
how it just 'is'.

I wonder what it all means,
and I wonder why it matters.

Then, I just sit.
Written this years ago. Been busy, no time for anything. Sorry if you like reading my poetry, I'll get back to it at some point. Promise.

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Someday, I won't remember
Any of you at all
You will fade from my mind
And move past my past
Dissolve into black like
The end of so many movies.
Turn like the blank pages
Before new chapters, new books
Get lost in space
Like balloons set free.
I won't remember
The heat of our bodies
As they burned through our clothes
In fiery passion,
Infatuation of the flesh.
The rough urgency of your lips
Against mine,
As they forced entrance to the
Savage dancing of tongues.
The letters of your names will blur
And jumble
Worse than a three-year old singing his
ABC's and Elemeno-P's
And the images of your faces
Will get washed down the drain
As I rub you off my skin
With soap and hot water.
You are immortal as long as you are remembered
So sorry, guys, but the time has come
For the shiny blade of the guillotine to fall
And behead your existence
From my oh-so-sacred
And once so pure
Memory and
Mind.
May you rest in forgotten peace.
Ahem...
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