and when you said laughter is like a foreign language i imagined that i was teaching you how to speak it
jcl. you said you don’t laugh much just in general, but i sat with you for two and a half hours and that’s all we did. i’ve missed this. i’ve missed you.
Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim .
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again
You can't but help out a broken bird With broken wings. It's your poison and addiction. You just want to see everyone fly. But what will you do? When there are no more birds With broken wings? What will you do? When they have all flown away And there's no one to help you With your own broken wings?
She's written with crimson red blood, Unceasingly flowing From her invisible cuts.
Dressed with carefully picked enthralling wordsー Seemingly fitting, seemingly perfect But as you read between the lines, You'll be wrapped with her gloomy wilting vines.
She could either be a riddle And leave you bewildered, Or she could be an answer And shed light upon you.