Monomania Poems - Poems about Monomania

...Most of my Lix spittle + four additional anniversaries since exiting birth canal as full term newborn re: minimally viable existence post doc severance umbilical cord, nevertheless yours tr......Read the rest...

...How glue me: On lacking sticktoitiveness Most of my iv + Lix spittle existence found me figuratively (primarily academically, emotionally, psychologically, sexually, socially...) adrift, and m......Read the rest...

...Fun is explosive, fun is basic joy springs from many hearts to make pleasure orgasmic. Moving clothes and flesh accentuate the electrifying scene flashes of darkness, makes crazy come clean. ......Read the rest...

...Most of my Lix spittle existence found me figuratively (primarily academically) adrift, and malfunctioning blinker analogous to a boat with out an ankh (caws away) ai......Read the rest...

...On hindsight my eyesight could be called narrowmindedness due to periods of shortsightedness Any stubbornness or obsession is called a one-track mind due to my blind side The myopia and ......Read the rest...

...Plow-land vulnerable for plunder, Source of sins, I am your victim; i am a pluries, Plunger, What an onus! Put on my soft shoulders, They forced me to side with one of my offspring, But I refus......Read the rest...

...Underneath all the layers Of tradition Of religion Of philosophy Of reason and understanding I smolder In passion's pleasure bed of red Paroxysms of pleasure Emanate from my core Searing th......Read the rest...

...Underneath all the layers Of tradition Of religion Of philosophy Of reason and understanding I smolder In passion's pleasure bed of red Paroxysms of pleasure Emanate from my core Searing th......Read the rest...

...Throw yourself on a time bomb howling, breaking the words, twisting the letters, reciting a prayer after the rise of a monomania in the face of mankind. I am becoming poorer everyday by grace......Read the rest...

...Crooner one on one aloft the cupola Accolade acappella acappella Mr. chicken echoes a road......Read the rest...

...Throw yourself on a time bomb howling, breaking the words, twisting the letters, reciting a prayer after the rise of a monomania in the face of mankind. I am becoming poorer everyday by grace......Read the rest...

...Your disposition is alluring, Your touch is that of ecstasy, A glance from you is hypnotic, But I only want you next to me. The way you move is magical, And how you speak is poised, I simper wi......Read the rest...