"unentitled" poems
untitled; not knowing a name to put on my favorite book of how I love to waking up beside you in the morning. Or any knowledge of metaphors and fallacies that exist to define our love. I cannot put a title of the chemistry between us.
Unentitled; Your heart is not mine to love and your hand not mine to hold. I have no title or claim to any ounce, hair, or breathe that you have but I want it so much. I long to be yours, to be entitled to your everything.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
w.hen
freef
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n
g
from pride's
tiptopmost height
x.pect
to land
eyeball first
on a church spire
y.ou
saw coming from a
z.illion
miles away
Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 2:53 PM UTC
If there was a Sidcup onimbus many eons ago
would it differ from the Clapham one?
That's how far away you are in my thoughts.
The insignifance is almost wreckless
when played such as these.
I'd rather wear my white dress
and yellow flip flops
just to spite you.
I can't play your game
but I convey to you
luckily your nothing but a one off
deemed quite not parfait enough
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
come to sight this site
once a fortnight,
the volume, ***
a straight line curve, - all
fingertips to the sky appointed,
my followed favored poets get
per force, my attention immediatement!
but
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whom with so few (‘cept Le Gomez)
panning for gold, mostly fall posthaste
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where lower & slower is an unnoticed
state of sleep, you be the carnival barker!
or a Moses
crossing a
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otherwise they suffocate from
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we risk absence by obsolescence, if using
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for we all would be dustbin paper, better
suited for beach bonfire shredded kindling
if someone
had not grasped our words for even more to
love
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 10:57 PM UTC
I HEARD SOMEONE CRYING
INSIDE HIMSELF
I FELT SOMEONE SCREAM
OUTSIDE THE DOOR
HE HEARD ME CALLING
HE FELT ME FALLING
NEVER MORE
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
people
were Pulling
at the Fingers oF
their
surrogate Mother:
Earth:
third in Line From
annihiLation.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC