Mind’s clogged up.

And the paper thirsts
for verse and rhyme.

Nib’s asleep
and the ink’s blotchy...

I am bloated
with haphazard thoughts,
but I’m purging...

a few words at a time.

My heart is a bank
Of your treasury
You're the fauna
Of heart's biodiversity
The stars crept into Windows
The Moon started shying
The valleys got their lost chaos
Reluctantly or otherwise
Wish you the greatest years ahead
And the Happiest and Blessed Birthday
Yeah...As usual... belated...

You are a devil who looks like a human but talks like an angel
I’m a pretty blue-eyed girl for which you are the living proof
You swept me off my feet
But I deserve a guy who encourages me to stand
A guy who will let me lean, instead of knocking me down, telling me it’s an act of love
I did not know love could be other than face value
So, when I got your check, I was surprised it came with ownership
Now I just feel sorry for you
Your mind will always be squarer than your jaw
Your soul darker than your eyelashes
Your resentment will always seep through your bones and manifest as hair on your skin
You can try and shave it down
But it will keep coming back – dark and seemingly multiplying

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.

None of us can fake a sneeze
At least not very well
If you try to fake a sneeze
Everyone can tell
There's something in its chemistry
That belies authenticity

There's a thin line between obsession and love
Often hard to discern
Obsession sits in the bathroom while you ****
Love shoves a magazine under the door