He/Him
Life demands creation.
The man who is ascetic He who sees with other eyes Denies of all aesthetics Though his flesh, his soul can fly *
By Matt B.5 months ago in Poets
THE LETTER OF LOVER The imprint of your song took root, Melina And your gray eyes laugh again, Melina ―Camilo Sesto (Melina)
By Matt B.6 months ago in Poets
The Sun works it to another day Why it had to be today? The coffee I drink starts to mourn Why does it repeat your name?
Girl, we’ve got only a year And I know you yearn for much more But we’ve got only a year To let love grow under the Sun
I hear the eternal ticking of the fickle And purple fire dripping through the clockwork I see a river tricking into a trickle
By Matt B.7 months ago in Poets
TW: ...Offensive Language! Said "bitch be humble"... Would that man stop to bumble? He used all the weights!
A magician enters the room and you think he has good luck For magic done with brooms doesn’t leave a dove plucked But boy does magic exist you schnook, for when the clock tick-tocks two
TW:... Offensive language! Now, let's see if you can find this rap's tempo. Revenge is a dish best served cold. *** This is it, I’m done with
R.I.P. Simon, you'll always be in my heart. I These cats lived together in a house on a shore They were raised by me and they were just so young
UNCERTAIN HAIKU To coffee; sweet god Captivating mermaid of profound daytime dreams SERENE ODE Often times I’ve found
Prometheus, he kneeled before me And carefully stole from the gods All that my soul desired, all * Devious, he approached his hand to me
An empty room is Full of my essence and smell Which melts under sweat.