HamsterHuey said:

did you write these?

Come, all of you who are not satisfied
as rulers in a lone wallpapered room
full of mute birds and flowers that falsely bloom,
and closets choked with dreams that long ago died!

Come, let us sweep the old streets--like a bride;
sweep out the dead leaves with a relentless broom;
prepare for Spring, as if he were our groom
for whose light footstep eagerly we bide.

We'll sweep out the shadows, where the rats long fed;
sweep out our shame--and in its place we'll make
a bower for love, a splendid marriage-bed
fragrant with flowers aquiver for the Spring.
And when he comes, our murdered dreams shall wake;
and when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing,
and when he comes, all the mute birds shall sing.

Prothalamium
by Aaron Kramer

Will you ever?

I don't think you will
ever fully understand
how you've touched my life
and made me who I am.

I don't think you could ever know
just how truly special you are
that even on the darkest nights
you are my brightest star.

I don't think you will ever fully comprehend
how you've made my dreams come true
or how you've opened my heart
to love and the wonders it can do.

You've allowed me to experience
something very hard to find
unconditional love that exists
in my body, soul, and mind.

I don't think you could ever feel
all the love I have to give
and I'm sure you'll never realize
you've been my will to live.

You are an amazing person
and without you I don't know where I'd be.
Having you in my life
completes and fulfills every part of me.

Cold Blooded sons a bitch
Driving my body insane
Took me home and drove 2 fast
And I don't even know u're name

Call me up on the celly phone
Trying 2 get another hit
Telling me how u're all alone
and I need 2 come get with

Cold blooded sons a bitch
That's your name in my book
Call me up and meet me at 10:00
U left your bra on my shower hook

baybay.....

I said, 'Thou art harsh, like such a one.'

'Know,' he replied,

'That I am harsh for good, not from rancor and spite.

Whoever enters saying, "This I," I smite him on the brow;

For this is the shrine of Love, o fool! it is not a sheep cote!

Rub thine eyes, and behold the image of the heart.'

-Rumi

A HAIKU

SEASONS
snowflakes falling down
falling gently to the ground
a white blanket there

spring has sprung again
flowers blooming here and there
rainshowers begin

cooling everyone
in summertime pools and fun
creeping towards fall

season before rest
is the one i love the best
in my heart always