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Oh! Why not my Bee, not even for me
Will you stay to aid in quenching mine need!
I doth say, to my dismay
You turned tail, and ran away...
This rose alone among the bush
Shoved away by the sister's push,
Left like a weed to grow old and feed
Obscured from daylight
The Cinderella of the night
But without mine Prince Bee
Thee to rescue me
...am wilten
...am dull
...am ready to take the march of Fall
For a rose with no love
Has love for no life at all.
Will you stay to aid in quenching mine need!
I doth say, to my dismay
You turned tail, and ran away...
This rose alone among the bush
Shoved away by the sister's push,
Left like a weed to grow old and feed
Obscured from daylight
The Cinderella of the night
But without mine Prince Bee
Thee to rescue me
...am wilten
...am dull
...am ready to take the march of Fall
For a rose with no love
Has love for no life at all.
Literature
Not my Valentine
A day for lovers, a day for her
Standing in the shadows I can see
A night for two, and a night with you
Cherishing now and what is to be...
A candle light dinner, made just for two
Walking, under the light of the moon
Hand in hand, and heart to heart
Back to the room, oh not too soon
Looking in your eyes, your lips collide
The mood is set, a flower on the bed
Soft light, music, and her skin of silk
A tender sweet kiss placed on lips of red
Her dress cascades softly to the floor
The air is filled with the scent of desire
Red lace and curves she's a lovely goddess
Taken with a lust that burns like a fire
Her night is so perfect, ren
Literature
Lightbulb
How many times do you have to
screw with my head
around like
an electric socket that goes to a lightbulb until it goes dead
from so much exhaustion of always having to"stay on"
for a faulty parallel circuit that just gives in
to the slightest trigger that touches its brim
copper wires wrapped around power that is trying to glow
Why are you hiding me in a restrictive shallow sheath skin
when I'm trying to grow
all I want is to feel complete in a formation
that travels like traffic, paving a way
for my electrons to scurry like the information I have to retain
that shock me in the brain
that mold ideas and thoughts that
awfully hurt me
Literature
equinox
my living room now
yellow roses
and morning edition
strange names recite even stranger
stories,
and the first day of fall wind
blows in.
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