#tetrameter

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◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – Who lives in / a pineap/ple under / the sea? – – / – – SpongeBob / SquarePants ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – Absorbent / and yellow / and porous / is he – – / – – SpongeBob / SquarePants ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – If nauti/cal nonsense / be something / you wish – – / – – SpongeBob / SquarePants ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – / ◡ – ◡ / ◡ – Then drop on / the deck / and flop like / a fish – – / – – SpongeBob / SquarePants

At night and underneath new light,

The neighbored moon now shines on me.

I walk in nature, nearing home.

But sounds were gnawing at my neck.

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Nocturnal noises ever nigh.

They nestled niches, knowing now

Where I was -- No, where next I'd be.

But these were native normal sounds.

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I need not fear Her natural state,

But someone -- something neared my nest.

It gnashed and gnarled, but never moved.

Identity is a queer thing.

When I define who I will be,

Someone defines myself at me—

Identity with hollow ring.

I am who I am meant to be,

And yet I’m not who many think.

Brown and white, or purple and pink,

I am the shades they will not see.

If I will float, or if I sink,

Depends on how I will present

In each daily environment.

If I last is not writ in ink.

I do not write this just to vent.

What I want is just to find peace

And, from the bonds on me, release.

Before my life and time are spent.

And when the force on me does cease,

I will breathe deep from the free air,

And I will finally declare

“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

Whose woods these are I think I know.   His house is in the village though;   He will not see me stopping here   To watch his woods fill up with snow.   My little horse must think it queer   To stop without a farmhouse near   Between the woods and frozen lake   The darkest evening of the year.   He gives his harness bells a shake   To ask if there is some mistake.   The only other sound’s the sweep   Of easy wind and downy flake.   The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   But I have promises to keep,   And miles to go before I sleep,   And miles to go before I sleep.


I love you baby, please don’t hide.


I’ll be your friend, I always tried


To be there for you when you cried,


Even those times I was to blame.

Without you life is meaningless;


Now my wounded heart is breaking —


For all others I’m forsaking


In a nightmare with no waking,


Encompassed by my loneliness.

My heart is locked — you have the key,


I promise you that I’ll be good:


I’ll be your friend, do what I should,


You have my love, you always would —


Give me the chance, come back to me.

Rhythmless River

winding down toward the delta, where

Water curls into rushing wades.

Take me with you, rhythmless stream,

away from murky, amber waves,

receding banks, disappearing

land, drowning people, dying, dead.

Take me with you, rhythmless sea.

To dance in Beatless, battered, dreams,

Where silty Salt deposited

Itself at The bottom of the

Ocean and Plastic collected.

Take me with You currentless drift

To find which Pieces of me have