oh i dont seem like much
but when i trap you and fill your mouth with
verbs and synonyms youll see that my syntax has
been begging to touch
your lips and feel your lungs and there isnt
much punctuation in this poem which you can clearly
see but it doesnt really matter to me much because ill
know with your disgust at my inability to
use proper grammar that youll have acknowledged
my existence

you are the clouds enveloping the sun as you wrap your arms around me
you are the winds swaying the grasses as you rock my body to calm me
you are the seas eroding the rocks as you hold my shoulders to console me

tell me, my love,
why do the birds sing
while humans are killed?
(because they are oblivious, you said.)

explain to me, my love,
why do humans ****
while the birds sing?
(because we are evil, you said.)

so tell me, my love,
are the birds
just like humans,
and are humans
just like the birds?
(yes, because we are both ignorant, you said.)

hex / my / soul
with the promise of "forever" ;

capture / my / emotion
with a softened expression in the morning sun ;

keep / my / heart
with three words of priceless definition

you petty people should thank me
for all the work i've done.
what work, may you ask?
why, have you not read a classic?
have you not heard beautiful orchestral music?
don't tell me i'm worthless!
for from my invisible ***** have sprung
millions of brilliant works
admired by humans on a daily basis.
why do humans seek love
when the route to me is less ragged?
what did love ever bring to the table?
artwork? literature? no!
the novels you read about passionate lovers
springs from the very emotion that i behold!
love never typed or scripted
or sang or acted
for it is me--sadness!--who spins the earth.
he's crazed! you may gasp
but when my influence finds you
it'll seep from the music notes
and drip from printed words
like the blood of a slit vein
(which, may i humbly add,
i have also given rise to)
and overcome your mind likewise
to the countless others
doubtful of my solitary strength.
but nonetheless my beautiful wrath is here to stay
in the form of human emotion and creation
but i will never succumb to my own nature
because frankly
i enjoy my work.