loved and lost a boy
who wrote the most
spectacular poetry

loved and lost a boy
whose words
softly suggested
hopelessness

loved and lost a boy
who made me forget
me
and helped me see

romance has no
i
or
me

it has only
romance
love
care
truth

the truth of a poet
who was
loved and lost

who
i
loved and lost

i
i loved
and lost
a boy
who didn't let me say
i

There is this black bird I see,
It creeps around on top a chimney.
It feeds on wrappers from litter
At which I sigh, for it is bitter
To see such a creature to be so black
Searching for what it will lack
More frequently, despite history.
But for my view this is a new hope,
For this isolation I cannot cope.
I’m pretty sure most would prefer
A sky with changing clouds over a brick wall
That is as dull as a book with no pages.

Creative morals
Lead me to new moments,
Which I thank them
For sharing
If not then.

To be blessed,
One must struggle first
And know right from wrong.
Not to boast, but thirst
For patience must take time
Yet age is not so long.

They zipped out onto the train tracks,
Don’t hold the others back.
Ice cold lights with splattered wet
Rain on them, you always regret
Because we decide to forget.

Oh, but let us be distant!
Talking trails to terrible tunes
Compared to the empty bliss
Of sand dunes.

You must wonder why
Leaves fall off trees
For when I think of you,
Just the thought
Shakes up my knees.

When pens run out of ink
We throw them away
When pencils break
We sharpen them