| Love |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
| Note that most of the poems here are taken from my membership days as a poet at the PoetryBoard. It was a chatboard where we converse in poetry and hiakus. It was a real challenge because some of the members were really good. I've tried to put a name to the poems although there were many that I couldn't remember. Most do not have titles, as like I've said, they were our conversations and conversations do not come with titles. I've tried giving them one but still some are better without. : ) See if you can guess which ones were written by me. |
 |
| Thistles tickle me Burdock pleases my pallette, compared to her stare Every moment, of every single day, I live with her fears She's been to the "house", and played in the pretty rooms, where the walls are soft She says she "loves me", then she pulls out her knives, and I bleed again She has no one else Those she left behind are dead Maybe....I'll be next Why do I stay on, to live through this nightmare of hers? ....I know the reason It's those other times, when her madness slips away ...and she lays with me But it never lasts soon after, loves light dims ....and she grows darker Then she must go back, to the little room I made ...where the walls are soft And we keep secrets, don't we, my insane lover? ....Secrets to die for |