Hello, dear friends and family,
I write you on behalf of your own dis-functionality. Break away the molds of a less mortal man. Ne'er again will I be what I am. I am anachronistic I'm a flower. I expect sunshine I expect showers. I am lesser than an 8th grade child. Come with me Mr. Rogers, stay awhile.
Ulcers, explosions, colonoscopy, I'd like "things that come from the back side of me" for 500, Alex.
Reflex my mental perceptions and premarital sexuality. I'm Catholic, we're catholic; I think you're understanding me.
I used to write for you, but now I write for me. Pac Man ate my ***** yesterday, and a ghost I shall be.
Fan me the cool feels, fan me the sweet deals; I'd like to make money sometimes, but that's just the worldly me.
Let's be humerus, I'm flexing my skeletal muscles. Bone me twice, I'm flexible: tussle.
An antiperception of lesser mortal men, let us not take umbrage to the second tense of Portman's skin.
I see you, girl; I see you girl. I'm not interested, but that body speaks worlds.
Is that weird? I guess you can admire beauty without falling into lust. I suppose that's normal, save when staring at bust.
Let me anchor you; let me father. I'm not writing for my son, nor my daughter.
There's some serious necessities, there's some serious faults. I love you, and that's the honest truth, but what happens if we're lost? Five more words to go.

I awoke early morning
And saw a hand to my side
reaching so silently for my face
I pressed my head against it

Only to realize

It was no hand

It was a blanket tucked a certain way
And I was lying on a twin mattress

Alone

Guess what?
The title has nothing
to do with what
you're reading.
Shocked?
Don't care.

Melancholia
Sweep through my insides
Signing away my life on a slip of paper
God's given graces
God's men
You looked like you had a fork tongue

I came to you
Modestly
Dressed in Enjoi and a Beanie
I wanted to hide the cat gang on my shirt
Look presentable
I was in front of the higher ups
This was serious stuff
But you mistreated it
I should have come naked
And flopped my **** around
It would have been about as serious
As you took this get together

Wow, that was atrocious
I can't believe I wrote that
But these feelings are true
And I won't try to fight back
My wording could be better
That I will admit,
But honestly, the way you handled this
Makes me sick

So I sign again,
Hoping this time, for the better
I signed this piece of paper
Letter by letter

Signed the date,
And away
Goes that weekend
On a retreat

Hoping for different
Not expecting much
Praying for better
Than a fancy lunch

I’m not sure what implored me to put the picture as my centerfold.
Of that I’m sure I’ll never know.
Instead, I just did. No questions asked.
Though the picture had always perturbed me in a slight, quiet way, it was something that my father prided enough.
Why should I not pride it as well?
Besides, my wife said it really “tied the room together”.

I told her that I still didn’t understand that phrase,

But that’s neither here nor there.

Every day, I passed that painting on the way out the door,
And on the way back in to the heart of my home.
My wife and I embraced a multitude of times
in front of our deer-headed ******
In his suit, painted onto that canvas, framed with gold leaf
That shined just so, when the sun hit it.
And I’ll always remember that my father left it for me
When he died.

Me specifically.

I inherited the deer head, and the body of a businessman.

There happens to be duller
Formalities
In the incarnations
of my silence, thank you.

I am a Fuster Cluck
I am mother-duck

Color my medically mental psychiatriosis
Red-blue-purple

Snowball my eyeballs into your throat-hole
"I never asked for this," said Adam Jensen's blow-hole.

I feel best self medicated on that fire-water's chest
Feel my insides warm as my outsides loosen
I may explodinate my thought bubble-quotient

I'm sick of being in my head
Worrying about you, worrying about life
Worrying

Lay it at the foot of the cross
I know which one
So why am I sitting here holding all my problems in my arms
Cradling them like a small child?

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|I had it.|
(I've)
Glorious
(had)
Implore me
(it.)
There was something
[70x7]
There was.

Something in the water
Holy mountain
Uproot and walk
[Something in the water]

Blue dream
Apparently smokeable
Kush life
Kush type
(Never smoked a day in my time.)

Box this.
Seriously,
Print it
Box it.
I could try and draw lines
Just send it to me.

[There's]
[something]
[]
Look closer
Assuredly
-OVO-
Ever over Ever
There was a point here
As there was over there
And if you connect them
There's a picture
Hint:[elephant]

The point of this poem is that it means nothing
but everything in it means something at some point.

Long lines
#dealwithit
I just need some shades

Here's the truth dear Rabbit
I've fallen down the hole, now
And I need you take down what I'm saying
It's important, I tell you
Important

I want so dearly to reveal myself
Let me rephrase:
I want to lay with someone
To
In a simple way
Give of myself
Someone else will enjoy me more than I
Rabbit, you understand, don't you?
You of all...
animals
Know of *******
You're a rabbit.
Don't look at me so *****-ly
You're a rabbit, you have a reputation about you

You do understand me, don't you?
I guess I should explain
No, keep writing
If I'm gone, it should be told
I want to lay with someone,
Because my vulnerability is not something I want to share
If I truly open up
Rather than acting like I have it all together...
By the way, I hardly accomplish that
You saw me crying by the tree, did you not?
That's the whole reason I've fallen down
I wanted to escape
I so badly want to be with a woman
To escape
I know better
But that doesn't mean I act better

Dear Rabbit, have you finished?
I think I'm done ranting.
If you would please,
Post that on the tree outside this hole
I have to explore escape

I stare silently into the window,
For the briefest moment
I believe in another universe
And another me, struggling with the same

And then she walks by,
And all illusion is lost

Here lies X,
Presumptuous isn't it?
A little bit of pomp in lieu of starting a poem
Written for everyone to see;
Nonetheless, here I lie.

This isn't a suicide note
I'm not dying tonight
This is a desire note

A desire to see the man I am die.
This isn't a pity party,
This isn't a threat to me, and please don't worry

This is religious.
I won't claim it as any other.
I wish to see me die.

Me
The "man" who sees a cross
And looks away
For fear of changing what I'm doing
Because, honestly, it makes me feel good.

I look to a crucifix on Sunday
Believe in Transubstantiation
But I still can't get enough of women fornicating on the web.

It hurts to write this down
But to those of you who read it,
I want you to know
I'm drowning

This is struggle.
Day-to-day
Hour-to-Hour
I don't want this
But everything earthly about me does

There needs to be a look
Outside of self
But I'm happy in this cottage
I need to get out
It's burning down
But the fire is what's keeping me warm

I'm not trying to play
Like I'm really ok,
Because fact of the matter:
I'm not

The absolute worst part:
I've said this a million times.
A million and one.

That's it.
The name is the theme
The theme's in the name.

I'm listening to the 4th of July on Spotify
That rhymed; unintentional
Do you even listen to "The Lonely Island", bro?

I'm so clever.

This is a thank you note, dad.
I'm going to talk to you soon.

It's like we're on different planets
Except you're on the moon.

Not too distant,
but altogether too far for me to travel

Altogether too far for you to travel.

We can't even carry conversation

*Isn't it fun?

With the clocks aligned center
And the candles melting off my eye sockets
And the fingers of my lovers intertwining down my spine
And the thoughts of crows affecting the coffee that I spilled down the floorboards
And the mental images that blow through the TV screen
The imposition that breaks my messed up fingers,
pounded by misogyny that I named a hammer.
Greatness awaits the brunettes
And the fine

Unbeknownst to me,
There's nothing in my mind worth words.
There's nothing in my mind worth words,
Unbeknownst to me.

And there's nothing left in these nerves
And my bones decorate the walls
And my mind is plastered where my head lays
On my bed
And, oh, as tears leave the ceiling
Dripping on passersby
I silently hope
For unbecoming.

Between two worlds
Effervescent body
Earthly ties

Contrived meanings