I'm bleeding verbs as I try to capture fleeting words. It seems absurd but it's rather much like needlework.
I've seen your work. It's quite alright. I can tell it apart from others on site. I just don't know why you bother to write.
Your father was right. Now come to the light.
Overcome your fright. I have a feeling you might.
I was never one for sharing poems; specifically those, involving hair combs.
Be aware of my tone. It seems, I've stylistically grown.
I knew you would emerge from your chrysalis home.
Hope your diamond purchases help as you transition alone.
Oh yes I know that your reading; I can tell that you're there.
Seeing my sweet words is like remembering the smell of her hair.
This is just the first of many; I'm selling my wares.
Drop a comment, so I can tell that you care.
Wait, don't. If you didthat I might fall of my chair. It'd be too much for my soul to bare.
I'm fully aware that you're done describing love and war. Always look for something more!
Me? I prefer selfish gore and capitalizing lore, over helping mom with chores.
I'm kind of sore. @
JESODIST ripped my liver out. He's a connoisseur, but I think he got kind of bored.
I'm in a tournament and I hope I make the final four, but that would shock me to my core.
I can't be sloppy anymore.
I can't be @
Sinacog and write about Nazis anymore.
Ah well, it's been quite a treat. You might believe there's some fight in me.
Looking forward to your next drop; that'd be a sight, to see.