How? There is no lover, nobody can accept the love
I want to take off, fly, have a life of love, first, the one
The one? Why? Don’t you need more of your love?
From love. The Love. I am evil. I had observed from?
From? From love no. Love, don’t like the lonely love
But it is a respect for solitude. The Restless Solitude
Restless Solitude. Love can be restless. No solitude
Is love unenjoyable in solitude? Not independent?
Independence? Freedom of life? Especially from you?
Freedom of love. The real is alone. Only a fractionation
Fractionation isn’t right. Accumulation of imagination
But you can give me love. You are the love. Infinite
No. I am not the love. Just feel my being for that. You
So you do not exist. Hmm. This is the best news, love
You won’t disappoint me
Never followed my path
Always
Given love
Categories:
unenjoyable, fate, life, love,
Form: Free verse
My memories of high school
are not good really very bad
truly hated every day there
suffering a stammer made me sad
For first time called McConnell
teaches seemed really right rude
didn't seem to cope with any subject
all of it put me in quite a mood
I played truant on the final day
so I couldn't be there ever again
made some pals in time there
but their direction was not my bend
Glad never to return
my memories I would burn
but survived it all now done
(Recently I've been thinking back to my high school years and how unenjoyable it all was so I've put in writing my thoughts upon it.)
Categories:
unenjoyable, childhood, hate, school,
Form: Rhyme
Lies lies lies
Easily and swiftly they flow out
And never will they stop
Until the stoppage of life
Like the blood from the jugular
They have no potency
Rather are they independent
But they spread magnanimously
Like the cancerous cells
Their soothing effects
To the heart of the hearer
Great and not unenjoyable
Like the feeling when you diddle
Lies lies lies
They don't reproduce
But they are reproduced
Like a series of overrunning echoes
They are not scary
Rather are they violent
Yet they kick the heart of the bearer
Like a player hits the ball
You don't love them
But when you hear some
You give a warm welcome
Like to a dishy maiden knocking at
your door
Non-energetic as they are
The carry powerful effects
Inciting disparate reactions
Like a refree's decision
You send them the invitation
Even when they should not come
Because they are easy to come by
Like lipstick paints on ladies' lips
Categories:
unenjoyable, poetry
Form: Dramatic Monologue