Poemsss and then summm Options

[Heathasm]

Oh man, I have alot of my poetry I like to share I guess i'll just post a few for now

"Bittersweet"

Violet myrtle evergreens,
Marry daytime skies,
As satin moods and siren soothes
Thrive on rum and rye

Laurels grace their presence
With lace upon their reef,
While placed with nowhere of sense;
Marred by other leaves

Despite the feud of jealousy
It’s all a grand of time
With a dancing hand and ditty,
While drinking down a lime

The thistledown of thistles
Make up the gowns of silk;
While Murmuring sweet nothings,
Imbibing honeysuckle’s milk

As night begins to lay;
Only the Laurels noticed,
Daytime start to slip away,
As the Myrtles stayed unnoticed

"Cheap Beautiful Thrills"

Grey star of mine, my limbs for you will hold-
The deepest reinvention of cheap and beautiful thrills-

Paint my boughs-
With ashes from feinted seeds of veronica and oleander folds and streaks,
Lashing the greys in platinum's hair, straining my fortunes hold-
On slopping wet girls that your erection holes in ecstasy and blares

Grey star of mine, your light entwines-
The darkness that warms our world-
Most in the sky, reflected in wine-
Poured in addicting doles

Your velvet creed rubs my soul, draining my faith and belief-
In satanic markings or dried up proof for atheistic being

Grey star of mine, do you believe-
In growing in knowing in old?

For just silky beads on linen wings are all I want to grow-
Upon our backs, so we can soar, and forget in a drunken lore,
Glore upon the lack of love that you so willingly full-filled.

"Hues"

The sun’s dead scent rises East to West,
Melting sweet blooms from pale moon’s breath,
Flame and swallow the nighttime’s magnolia-
Igniting the poppy and un-retting colors

The small flame fretted-
As the waning light’s hues-
Balanced upon dark and light,
Upon the orange-reds and white-blues

Breeze and ice cool the sea-
Of brass-colored dirt below the sun’s beams,
Of dark-blue blood and the moon’s white streaks;
Crevasses form, and all of this bleeds

My senses wane, so I close my sight’s eye,
Taste the sweet nectar of fiction’s tide-
From the dawn of in-between, or “middle earth”;
It seeps through my skin and creates a lust-
For dogwood silk and colored kisses-
With Eyes wide open, covered in silky off-white blisses

Thoughts of rain create salt pools,
Beneath murky greens and where roses stood
Vexed in rain’s arched bow echoing-
Brightening and killing a mimosa’s ring-
Blurring all vision--cooking all color
In the heat of a light-tendered, tall yellow flower


okk that's enough for now