You said
Goodnight...
Love,
She says to write it will lose me points...
You were there
when I gazed upon that tree...
Persecutory. The infliction which
alters a state of reason into madness...
Then your pupils grazed
across my face...
Leapt forth into the burning flames
The steed ripped in his reigns...
Quatrain
Haiku...
I slump over in bed
Onboard a train in Thailand...
Sometimes I get frustrated
I get cold and bitter too...
She stands beneath a mistletoe
out in the snow...
Nocturnal like his furry friends,
Batman rises around dusk and as stars...
The lights have gone out
I try to stay awake...