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Larry Potter Feb 2017
30th of February

She lost him like the 30th of February
Unpredictable like surprises on 14th
Unforgettable like the Mardi Gras
Unreachable even on a leap year
Unfair like this short-dated month.

He lost her like the 30th of February
Inexplicable like the missing days
Invisible like the last winter winds
Intriguing as the first dewdrops of spring
Indelible like her name inked on his wrist.

They lost them like the 30th of February
Mistreated like the melting snow
Misshapen is the love left to grow
Misfits of Aquarius and Pisces
Misguided by a star-crossed astrology.
Larry Potter Feb 2017
You mistook my kindness
For an invitation
To a dreamy romance
But all I have are empty words
And paper-thin feelings
To write in this broken pen.

I forgot how to read
Between the lines
Although you're an open book
Now our friendship's cascading
Like hand torn pages
Of verses that don't rhyme.
Larry Potter Jan 2017
Your face is oblique
But it's quite unique
Don't mind the critique.

Apply a pound of cosmetics
Transform your looks of a derelict
Into an Anna Kendrick.

Here, take this bouquet
Use a striking sobriquet
And own the soiree.

Sting like a bee
With your Master's degree
In bottomless energy.

Crack jokes like a nut
Leave them hanging like, "What?"
Blend your humor and your guts.

End the night like milk
Drag your dress of fake silk
Call a taxi driver of your ilk.

Head home like a killer
Laugh proud at the mirror
Because tonight, you're the winner.
Larry Potter Dec 2016
Spring sprouted
Summer stung
Autumn altered
Winter withered
Sequence Spun
Larry Potter Dec 2016
My mommy is
busy babysitting
and breastfeeding
another baby's
Daddy.
Larry Potter Dec 2016
You could be
Ginger haired
With a Pepper head
Onion-skinned
With a Garlic Breath
You'll be all the spice I need.

I don't care if you're
Foxy witted
Thinking fishy plans or
Chicken hearted with
Monkey business in your hands.
I'll tame every wild fauna that you are.

Bring on those
Cheesy lines
And Eggy praises
Cry over spilled Milk
For Butterfingered choices.
Honey, you're the sweetest pastry to me.
Larry Potter Dec 2016
I killed my ego with a pen
Using backstabbing verses
Of betrayal and pretense.

But from all the ***** ink it bled
The pen hemorrhaged to death
Such inglorious ruination.

The blood scribbled on the paper
A nonsensical composition
Now a useless paraphernalia.

I skillfully crumpled the evidence
And threw all dead bodies to the bin
A towering pile of unworthy victims.

I'd gladly replace them with fresher supply
As I satiate my thirst for more intriguing pieces
Worthy candidates for my delightful collection.
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