*Supermassive Black Hole Ablaze* Your Effigy is my MuseAnd it Ignites as ILight the Fuse. My affection was carved in stone—It was a monumentBeloved—to Behold…Now the world is watching it burn.Burn, baby, burn. *** S-B-H is my MuseAnd it Ignites…
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More for Me
*More for Me* Tonight she told me that she’s gained a few pounds…Then I felt like doing backflips.Not because there’s “more of her to love…” but because there’s now less for the world. So Bon Appétit!Have some more Po’ boys!Help…
Sign
*Sign* Jay’s BBQ Potato Chips—2/$5Only we are too busy trying to read each other. We both roam about this aisle—But neither is making a move. I feel the tension as strongly as the Peach Snapple that’s in my hands,but without…
The Captive 48-Month Daydream Labeled “Wasted Youth
*The Captive 48-Month Daydream Labeled “Wasted Youth”* Gagged:I recall.Bound:I felt that much.Detained:Jailed without chains.The rest is a blurand that’s whatI prefer. Not a single hour went by that I didn’t have my bell rung.So excuse me if it’s all a…
Multiple Choice: So Leave it Open-Ended
*Multiple Choice: So Leave it Open-Ended* Sometimes being gun-shy isn’t due to the fear of pulling the trigger…but because you’re constantly readjusting your aim. Because Ms. Right Now could become Mrs. Wife:When if you waited longer, you could’ve wifed Ms.…
d=√[(x2-x1)^2+(y2-y1)^2]
There she goes.Right on schedule. I’ve got her timing down to a formula, and my neck snaps every time she passes by…I think that’s the reflexive property. If she were in my class, then maybe I could actually concentrate… Nah.…
Sides
*Sides* Take Sides.Then take cover.Command your SurroundingsAnd warn adjutants of opposed troops.Shield the fort that your team has builtFromWannabees&TurncoatsAnd always be on the lookout forFifth Columnists.There is a security in these arms, butEverybody knows that the same colors don’t alwaysShade…
More than Words
*More than Words* She’s gonna make someone happier than words.But I won’t tell her that…Nor should he. The most poetic sentiments are felt, not said. It courses deep inside more potent than any series of three words he could ever…
The Romantic
*The Romantic* The soul of a Romantic is often tamed or defeated by an opponent that may look narrow but is much larger — Goes much Deeper.Natural Chemistry and Congenial Spirits may win out, but son, it’s a 12:1 Underdog.This…
People Who Walk Slow in the Wintertime
*People Who Walk Slow in the Wintertime* You know it getsCold Outside,Why do people walk slow in theWintertime? The temperature is frosty and frigid—but is much colder when you’re all alone.It’s too much for me to bear, while IPower walk—They…
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