When you spoke,
I was starving for silence
Thus I ate my words.
I chewed them one by one
Until I swallowed them whole
my stomach rumbled
In protest

I felt sick of you.

When I don't want to go anywhere,
I write poems as if they were quotes

If you go, I go
Like left foot following after the right
And if you fall, I'll fall
like I did for you
Not too many moons ago

I blew to you a kiss
But it missed your lips
Those juicy meaty lips
That I wanted to kiss.

Rhyme: abba

I saw within my eyes a fire
An eternal flame of desire
And though, I could not stop for water
I let my friend the rain
Showered me with droplets of laughter

Almost there, almost there
Just a bit more, stretch your hand
Right there...

God, Illuminate the mind of that man,
who gets blinded by his ego,
and does not allow him to see
what he is actually doing.

I'm not into politics, too bad people may fall under the impression that I am.

If I could, I would, but should I?
Or should I not, even though I could?
Though I know, I should
And I know, I could
Then why don't I do...

Must get some sleep