Its so weird...
"She fell head over heels" in love.  We're all almost always head over heels!

We always think of Hell as down.  I wonder if it's not up
And evil souls are burning in the sun, returning the warmth that they stole from the world.

My reaction is to your poem
The poem I am reacting to
Before leaving a comment
I'm not gonna read
All your other poems
To know what kind of person you are
Your reaction to my reaction is unreasonable

It's not a poem about suicide
It's a cry for help
But help doesn't come with instructions
So we're all sitting here
Trying to figure
...
Just trying to figure
How to be helpful
Helplessly

You say you've got a broken heart
But yet, it still beats true
You suffer from a damaged heart
Because NOBODY breaks You!

No wonder the world is falling apart
Superman no longer has access to a phone booth

I don't have any more room in my heart
Mine is already full
But if you agree to cover your eyes
I will provide the wool.

If you're getting married
And expecting your wedding to be
The happiest day of your life
Maybe you should marry someone else

Remember when you were a little girl
And your parents got you
For some dressy occasion
Those little shoes
With the half-inch heels
But you felt so grown
And mature
In your "High heels"
And that's when you got your strut

I just laughed at myself so bad, my stomach hurt.

Not because of the humane chicken thing....just wanna clarify.

This isn't a poem, so much as an observation.
This website is full of hippies.  
This has got to be the most peaceful and aware place on the entire internet.

Your mind is so **** beautiful
In every single way
And I can't help but hang on
Every word you say
You make me float
You make me fly
Man, I wish you were my guy
But alas, I must accept
You don't belong to me
And I'm pretty sure your owner
Knows that she's so **** lucky
But if she ever forgets
And sends you away
On that very day
Please baby, come my way

It's odd how we imagine
Winged-humans with
human arms

Gee, I wonder if there is one sure fire way
We, as a society could ensure that only criminals would have guns?
I suppose that would NOT be the way we would choose to go.
But, hey, what do I know.  
Nothing.

Here comes the bandwagon
Shiny and new
Every one on it
Is waving at you

I'm looking all through
Now I'm asking you
How can there not be
A face-Palm emoji?

How many years before humans can have a gender addition surgery, instead of reassignment?  Why can't I get a *****, and keep my ******?

A poem is only as good
As the reader's imagination
(So please, imagine this is a poem, and not merely a simple statement)

That guy who said, "parting is such sweet sorrow,"
Should have consulted a dictionary.

You must be a great poet
I wish that I could know it
The words you choose
Your unique way
I can't understand
A thing you say

Hey, you oddball guy
Who has just messaged me out of the blue
Acting like we have some common history
Going on about some imagined (or at the very least, forgotten) exchange
I'm not sure if this is some new pickup tactic,
Or maybe, you're a freak
Either way, please
GET THE MESSAGE, and stop sending them to me

Humans are the only animals
To produce tears
When we cry
Humans are weird

Being human means viewing the way we all knowingly treat chickens and hens as "humane"

When I look at human habitation on Earth, I can't help but wonder if it could be most closely compared to the way cockroaches might inhabit a kitchen.  Leaving **** around all over the place...hanging out in clusters, but taking from everything.  Just something to think about.  I'm not sure it's poetic, but if it is, it's surely depressingly so.  Can't help but wonder if it's an omen, or a poem.

My definition of what it means to be "human.:" :The ability to laugh at myself.

Cleavage stands in for a pretty face
A nice *** hides a terrible heart
We're so odd, this human race
Our bodies are fraudulent art

The one we worship
Would routinely
Wash other people's feet

Convenience and entertainment has turned us all into hypocrites.
We all want to save the world
But the task too big to even try
Plus, plastic bags are so convenient
And Styrofoam keeps coffee hot longest

I wish for the day
It is customary
For females to go *******
In the beach
Or wherever a man would go *******
And I could do that
I think
I don't think I'd get arrested for going ******* at a Cape Cod beach
But I don't know that
For sure
If I can go *******
I probably should
But I doubt I will
Even though I got great ****
I would love to go *******
Without people hiding their childrens' eyes
And I should feel comfortable doing that

Calling someone a "sheeple"
Only proves you're a hypocrite

I've decided I want to be a huwoman being.  This is my identity.

It's the one who is saying what we don't want to hear
Who is really saying the most
And the one pushing all of our buttons
With whom we will find the most growth
It's the guy begging for change on the subway
With whom we don't want to share
And the addict under the bridge
For whom we don't want to care
It's the fast-talker who says nothing
With whom we entrust all our riches
But the farmer covered in dirt
Can't afford to patch his own britches

Today
I actually said
To a man
The words
"You're a good-dicked
Goober."  
And other people
Witnessed this

If I saw you
I might burst into tears
I might start laughing
Hysterically
Or I might need to hug you
To know what you smell like

I loved him because he was smart
And so good-looking, for sure
Not once did I tell him I loved him
Where he didn't say, "I love you more."
But he lives so far away
More than a thousand miles
And neither of us could up and leave
.....
No rhyme or reason to this one.

Sometimes
When a person is talking about how they are absolutely  
Not racist
Well
They're just so **** racist about it

The difference
Between
Ignorance and stupidity
Is that
The ignorant person
Is capable of knowing better
But doesn't

I have a dream
That one day
A white man will say "******"
And a black man
Will take it as a compliment
Then
We will all finally be healed
From the disease of the past
If it could ever happen
I have a dream
That when people say "******"
It will mean
"Person who's ancestors built this Nation
Into greatness
With their bare hands
And sweat"

I just might be one of those people
Whom which nobody is indifferent
Except myself

Oh...
You gonna fall in love with me
But I promise to set you down
Gently

I know a person
Who began doing ****** with her son
She seems to be
Going to live forever
She used to be a great person
But now
People pretend they are not home when she comes around
I am a person
Who smokes *** with my kids
And I'll drink alcohol
Too
And let me tell you
Some people are real *******
When you add alcohol
I'm not sure why there's a line
Of illegality
With drugs
The worst drug of all
Is tobacco
And I love to smoke
I'm a hott mess
But drugs
In general
Are a hott mess
Because clearly
We've been dealing with it
Inappropriately
Who can blame us?
Drugs are irrational
It is considered a mental
Illness
Drug addiction
(That might be no longer true
But it used to be)

I think that means
"In my honest opinion"
But why the Hell
Would anybody have to
Clarify
They are giving their
Honest opinion?
Only liars would have to clarify

Poetry is not coursing through
My veins
I would not die
If I did not write
But I would not live forever
If I did not write

I dont even want to know what iambic means
It sounds like something medical I might try if **** were impacted in my intestines.

It is an important rite
Of passage
That every adult
Should read
"Oh, The Places You'll Go" out loud
To a child they love
At least once

My chipped nail polish turns him on
He finds beauty in imperfection
I think I'll show him my surgery scar
To help him get an...

When people say "go **** yourself"
I don't think they intend good
From now on my reply will be
"******, I wish I could!"

Ahhh
He wants me to be impressed
He's gonna have to put in work
On what may be a futile mission
He might have to settle for flattered

The opposite of love is not hate.  It is indifference.  

(I might a heard that somewhere else; I can't remember.)

A poet doesn't speak the truth
Any more than you or me
But ugly facts digest better
When spoken eloquently