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I guess you can call this, a lecture in love
What’s that thing
They call “crazy” in love?
Apart from theory and hypothesis
An observation:

I take your pulse
And you take mine
Though blood pumps harder
Breath grows shallow

My smile grows timid
As it meets your lips
My pulse surely stops

Hear to Say

A poem on how not to be not seen

I think consciously and with all due respect

(i don’t want to be invisible)

 

Don’t let me

disappear

Don’t hear me

on deaf ear

May Be

I haven’t written a romantic poem in a while, so I threw some stuff at the wall to see what happens

It may be my heart’s on fire

Or just a little nervous with desire

It may be that our stories will join

Or fall out of sync within the hour

It may be we have a future ahead

Or just a friendship that will grow sour

It may be our small talk will grow into romance

Or diminish to no more than “Hello. Goodbye.”

Adhesion

A poemstory I made up about a girl on the beach.

She walks out seaward

Upon the shore

 

She rests her feet

And begs for more

 

Who is that man

She’d once adore?

 

This love fermented

Upon the shore

Will you be my everlasting

I find it important to be a stupid romantic poet sometimes

Will you be my everlasting

From the time our eyes meet?

Did you know my heart’s been fasting

To make your love taste more sweet?

 

Will you know a night’s sublime

Or the ardor of a summer’s day?

Did you know that your eyes shine

Across the entire Milky Way?

Sin and Retrospect

April showers, May flowers, associated paraphernalia, misaligned in seven-eight

Love is a drug

And poison

And intoxicant

And depressant

And acid

And addiction

And euphoria

Sometimes Sparks

A tiny thing I jotted down one day. Kind of nice

Sometimes sparks aren’t so sudden

Guileless laughter, easy whispers

Slow, even, breaths

 

Sudden sparks, so slick, so scary

A roaring fire wouldn’t stop us

From burning out quick

Love Songs Always Love

Love of music and regret of love

Love poems make me hesitate

And love songs sound arrhythmic

Can I give them a chance?

 

It’s always okay to fall in love with music

She is a lover that never changes

And never needs to change

Electra

A kind-of improvised fiction poem story. Figured today might be a good release date for it

This girl will hide herself like a flower shying away from the rain

She’ll laugh and play, talk in circles just to run

She’ll never love again

 

Her voice is like a symphony stuck inside her head; it barely comes out

Low, but warm and cordial—she laughs with eyes closed

And open doubt

 

Her eyes are like jade, blue-green and full of serenity she watches her world spin

The lenses distort the rainbows cast over the sea

Lets too few many in

Knowing: A Sonnet

Been looking at some old poems that I probably shouldn’t be, but this one caught my eye, though it’s meaning is long gone

You want to know how I know I love you?

Could I list the ways within the hour?

Only fools rush in; I know this is true

And yet it is fools with all the power