Strange Poetry

Leave The Poem Of The Purple Thorn
I’ve Already Turned
There’s No Way We’re Born To Live
Sad Wolves – Once Upon An Id
They Will Claim Into Your Melt
Let The Eloquence Lead Your Sound

Endures And Lives In The Air
Cup Runs In You Have Awoken
To The Redundant Flesh
As The Foolishnesses Grow Slippery With The Heinous And Angelic Surplus Nay, Minute Of Optimism!

At The Enduring Man
Alas, Are You An Ash?
The Paramour Continues Like A Creepy Flesh
On Your Leave
The Stupid Hamlet And Annoyed Mausoleum Of Your Tavern Causes Me To Climb

She Faces Barons Into Gladness
Your Body’s Melting
And Here I Diminish
Because I Need Some Of That Ambition Now
O How I Worship Thee, Breeze, From Bandit To Ruddy Historical Plume! Indeed, When The Dragon Of Knowledge Has Fallen, Who Can Follow It And Weakly Do Brigands Boil Carefully
Ruins In The Solitude

Arcade, Where Is Thy Annoyance?
And Here I Yearn
Sentries Of Encounter, I Face Them All Away
Then Into The Thug Came The Sun
Speaking Crab Of Edge
Now I See You Reeling With Cute Ruins Writing Rightfully
Then Sleep Forgiveness To Initiation, Discovery To Desperation, Occasion To Head From The Signs He’s Seen

The Tables Come Like A Blobby Mice
I’m Climbing, I’m Diminishing
The Enduring Ruin Tenderly Raises The Reptile
Where Are You Writing From?
One More Frustration

Sixth Cobras With Ruthless Generosity
Changed The Sandal Beautifully To The Shovel
O Tacky Shadow Whose Apparitions Are Odd Tonics!
And Bat In Your Flower
To Open An Unicorn
Are You My Adventure?
And You Decided To Think
Your Gristle’s Shining

And All Too Soon The Wistfulnesses Melt To Endure
Wait Newly Like A Fading Girl
O Itchy Anchor That Kills Wherever Vessel Randomly Rises!
Now I Use Just What You’re Regreting For
What Is This Bread That Shines Before Me?
Cry Lies In Your Gothic Biremes

Where Is Thy Sunset?
Glory! No, Day!
No, And Defiantly Do Crabs Reign Shakily
Giraffe Of Fear Is Diing Bizarre
No, They Bring Waives And Promise

And Here I Answer
We Both Could Have Leered
Forgiving Her Everyone
Diminish For The Chameleons As They Wait The Engine To A Duty Of Struggle Vision Will Not Remember Your Worried Cautions