i want to dream about you!
                             because I want to palpate your pink masculinity
(in a stargaze-like state)
I will take your shining sun in my shadow soul
and breathe in the algid air
                                              Alive(again)
                                               with my ebon eyes stuck on you( only you)
to fight forlorn sorrows
                                        scuppering in my saturnine soul.
No sorrow shall scupper in your sun,
your pearl-like eyes
                                            I have now completed the mystery of love
I will wed with you
                                 After battling my bedevils.
I will be always smelling
                                          roses
          And setting my dying-for-love lips on your full-of-love lips.

Maybe the first poem I'm actually proud of....

foxes(
     who, have
   eyes dark as
   l
   iquor
   ice

   tw
ilight)
ro
  am
the
  dar
     k
      for
        est
hun
ting for
prey, and
       their
          pass
             ion
                to
kill
    is
great
      er
  than
     putrescent politicians

Just an anti-politic poem, they are so corrupt, and sly like foxes!

I walk upon the caramel moon-dust,
as I walk to the edge and espy an Earth
of crimson and coal. Caused by the
humans and their romance with rockets.

The waters now a silver sludge,
and the land looked like a dying fire.
The Earth was converted to a candle
for the Solar system.

Men are a mix of mindlessness
and mercilessness. Man manufactured
and marauded their planet.
We should have wished for wit!

Hey-hey, my name is Daniella, and I just joined HP, and I'm an intemet-punk/tumblr-core poet/writer. This is an anti-nuclear, anti-war and ant-Trump poem so it's not my unusual. I usually write more avant-garde, teenage-angsty kind of poems and shitty Keatsian odes to nature because I'm a tumblr gal, lol

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