After popcorn removal, 
I spot you from 
across the humdrum
of everything in
        
...
    
        I know I've never told you before.
But big, I am in…
 something with you.
In something the way
        
...
    
        to me, the truth looks like a bullseye.
a series of rings, each smaller than the next
(it is disproportionate and shifts with the sun)
        
...
    
        richard struggles in his life.
he's thought about running away
from this life every day this week.
he dreams of wide open spaces
        
...
    
        I am happy, yet all the same, 
dreadfully disappointed. 
I really, really, really love poetry- 
and that truly scares me.
        
...
    
        we live in a world 
where escalator handles
are buzzing bees (or the 
beginnings of the murder of them)
        
...
    
        when i look at you
one eye special
I try and paint you 
banana color portrait
        
...
    
        hi. 
i know you told me not to call
but i just wanted to tell you youre wrong
you speak of loneliness
        
...
    
        strong wooden goddess, 
this is my love letter to you
fat, far blowing, 
dearest tree
        
...
    
        once again 
I am infinitely humbled 
by the wonders of this earth 
but slow silence
        
...
    
        to those who see me 
you who comes 
in any color but grey 
drink champagne
        
...
    
        oh man, do i love the rain.
MOO
have you smelt the grass today? 
dear young boy with the
        
...
    
        dear child do not worry yourself 
into blue days.
the day you came into the world 
it was an ordinary day,
        
...
    
        when people leave
they mark their path with ghosts.
nothing else. 
im not talking about undead
        
...
    
        the boy is gone. 
he is free to do what he wants. 
(he wants you.)
        
...
    
a place to find shitty poetry from a sadboy (girl))
                    Microwave
                    
                    After popcorn removal, 
I spot you from 
across the humdrum
of everything in 
between us.
I can't explain 
how it feels 
to see your
dirty finger nails.
Careless, flinging
appendages, reminding 
me of my own
        cowardice.
Somehow, the 
darkness you keep
under the light relief
of finger nail history, 
only reminds me of
where i would end up
in Dante's 
Merry-Go-Round- 
round, & round, 
spinning, 
now you've made me 
           dizzy.
I've been stopped 
at this sign for
too long now, 
and life is beeping at me to go...
all I seem to muster up 
is a 
micro- wave.
                

 
                     
                
Really enjoy reading. Marvelous writes 10/10