My turn at so called "poetry"

Thank you Drez for the loving words - as always, it seems
 Now an announcement for the whole world:
She has a slight crush on me.
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAaaa
\(*´O`)/

 Now behold (craving for some more useless gossip, i bet)  as i completely ignore that fact and leave you with a creation of mine:


"Your skin glows like the watermelon, blossoms quirky as the daisy in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Guitar voice and leaps like a Dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Eagle wing.
I am comforted by your pants that I carry into the twilight of Lizbeams and hold next to my Calf.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of juice.
As my Neck falls from my Sneakers, it reminds me of your Louise.
In the quiet, I listen for the last Squeak of the day.
My heated Leg leaps to my Jacket. I wait in the moonlight for your secret morning so that we may read as one, Leg to Leg, in search of the magnificent white and mystical speaker of love."


Well, i kinda wrote it so... yeah

Try your luck and hopefully it will come out with a little bit more pzazz than mine

Love Poem Generator 

Christpoher Brennan

So I was roaming the internet doing things that you have nothing to know about when the Mighty Creator - that bastard - sent me this... thing, i guess?:

Apparently it's named  Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her.
Pretty lame, i know. Blaim it on the guy who wrote it.

"If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?
Then seek not, sweet, the 'If' and 'Why'
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give."


I'll leave you with an image just because it made me remember some unpleasant things

So people still write good shit as this one.
Who would've known?

ps: he is still a bastard.

I've been missing - pay no heed

In the night I look at the sky and i find
no beauty in the stars.
Eventually what I focus my sight on
are not the stars
but the darkness by their side

Maybe consequence of
still Love not yet found,
maybe such strange thing
is not bound to me.
Looking only at the ground
it's impossible to see.

Still I long for Love
as I long for death,
obcessively,
due to its absence.
Either way my end is set
with many events yet to regret

If one should love find
and it no longer holds its breath
then take the gun on your side
and join her in death