bonafide

You handed me a cracked beer bottle, caked in dirt, and ran course fingers through your hair. Everything about you has been rough lately, like sandpaper, like your half-bitten nails ...

Sorry, I shouldn't have let nicknames spin off into my poetic work. I'll edit the title. And I'm unsure as to why I added cables, honestly. I struggled over that. ...

invelopes envelopes? Please check your spelling. Trust me, this poem is worth it. :)

Amid the flowers of Imagination Flowers of your imagination? Why? Because it sounds pretty? I don't see how this connects to the rest of the poem, besides that the smiling ...

It's a poem, and please, for God's sake, don't write for other people to enjoy it unless you're making money off of it. Never will I say who I loved ...

You're burning the cigarette down to the butt this week, allowing cinders to fall on our shoes. flicking three weeks of sparks from your therapy session at my shaking silhouette ...

I know... I like Romanian. It's a pretty language. A Romance language, to be precise.

This entire poem is sexual reference. Take what you can from the periods. They were also meant to add a state of jolting action, as the run on was similarily ...

Green lights or red lamps, lava or black apples -- 473 ways to look pretty and the taste of fresh fiction on your tongue. Happiness whirs on a color wheel, ...

I doubt they'd be able to support any worthwhile conversation. But I suppose I would lure them into some unsuspecting death, so that way I never have to bother to ...

Into a wooden box, where some burly and lonely man will dig a six feet deep hole to stick it in and later that day a collection of strangers and ...

Someday, preserves will save our lives, and when that comes they'll all be sorry they gave so much and kept so little. "they" is unclear. People in general? The small ...

Dark matter clouds the synapses that once allowed you to love me. I used to sit on the rim of your glasses as we drank constellation wine, connecting dots in ...

Why, adventure. Because it's something. Quiet can happen on an adventure. Quiet can happen anywhere. Quiet spans the entire universe, for christsake, it's always too quiet in here.... --Anna Do ...

Open your eyes. No wait, I take it back. Which is why it's good To open your ears. The poem would be better off without these lines. The only substantial ...