"pees" poems - Hello Poetry

Human Observations (the woman pees) if you walk the world with pen and paper or eclectic electronic devices, sure as the sunrise espied, the pen will quick leak when wearing white and so will too the righteous words righteously, thereafter when you can't sleep and you must slam your sweaty fist into pillow know that the pillow is silent thinking, dude, you really ain't got a hope, a prayer fallen asleep in the soaking tub a thousand and one times, ain't never drowned like the warning ones say I will do but only when restless in my rustling no-safety night sleep in my lumpy bed, where I’ve already dream-drowned a million times the woman pees, safe and secure, comforted by the knowledge that we have bathrooms separate, her toilet, man *** free, tho we just finished making sweaty, fluid swapping *** she does not, won't put on makeup in her pj's to take out the garbage, that is why she keeps loverman, so handy, nearby, shamelessly firm, unwavering, good god, great for one "disposable" use per night when you tell your child that you love them, and they do not reply at all, it isn't that they don't love ya back, 'tis only that they haven't learned to love themselves something well that just cannot be taught. the more trinkets I buy her, more she screams stop, but never not once has she said, here, take it back if you don't believe in Faeries and Elusives, try, for then you have a middling chance of getting the missing, disappearing whole sock hiding in her ****** back, intact If must look up the time where your love is currently hiding/residing, then the probability is more than 1.000, that you no longer love her enough, or she, you, not at all you know it is time to shut down, hang up the pen and close the iPad cover, surrender, give up the poetry gig 4 real when you start to prefer an autocorrect suggestion ~ More to follow. someday.

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Feb 2, 2018

Feb 2, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC

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Human Observations (the woman pees)

Human Observations (the woman pees) if you walk the world with pen and paper or eclectic electronic devices, sure as the sunrise espied, the pen will quick leak when wearing white and so will too the righteous words righteously, thereafter when you can't sleep and you must slam your sweaty fist into pillow know that the pillow is silent thinking, dude, you really ain't got a hope, a prayer fallen asleep in the soaking tub a thousand and one times, ain't never drowned like the warning ones say I will do but only when restless in my rustling no-safety night sleep in my lumpy bed, where I’ve already dream-drowned a million times the woman pees, safe and secure, comforted by the knowledge that we have bathrooms separate, her toilet, man *** free, tho we just finished making sweaty, fluid swapping *** she does not, won't put on makeup in her pj's to take out the garbage, that is why she keeps loverman, so handy, nearby, shamelessly firm, unwavering, good god, great for one "disposable" use per night when you tell your child that you love them, and they do not reply at all, it isn't that they don't love ya back, 'tis only that they haven't learned to love themselves something well that just cannot be taught. the more trinkets I buy her, more she screams stop, but never not once has she said, here, take it back if you don't believe in Faeries and Elusives, try, for then you have a middling chance of getting the missing, disappearing whole sock hiding in her ****** back, intact If must look up the time where your love is currently hiding/residing, then the probability is more than 1.000, that you no longer love her enough, or she, you, not at all you know it is time to shut down, hang up the pen and close the iPad cover, surrender, give up the poetry gig 4 real when you start to prefer an autocorrect suggestion ~ More to follow. someday.