So,
I've,
read,
somewhere,
that,
as,
long,
as,
you,
press,
enter,­
and,
***,
(sorry,
typo)
add,
a,
comma,
a,
sentence,
will,
look,
­like,
poetry.

Why do desires  turn to space when you go to grab it, Then beam on your neck as soon as you walk away?

I won't tell you he was just a little odd,                      

he was very odd, for obvious reasons.                          

The troll boy he was called, was very tall.                  

"How tall "? you ask, the tallest of them all,                      

and above his waist none would ever rise.                  

His long hair upwards would grow, like                            

gravity with him was playing a cruel joke,                      

adding many more inches to his height                      

and like a bristle brush painting the sky,                    

His hair with every dawn like the sun would                

glow, warm orange, and bright red but every                                

night the glow subside to the moon's bright white.