a poem about rain — Rain! I welcome you To the lands of my existence! Rain! I worship you For your voice Smell and persistence Rain! Everyone’s hiding You make my streets all wet and naked! Rain! It`s only me and you Please don’t tell me that you are taken!

A poem about the law of closure — When everyone finally dies I’ll sit at the edge of the bench No urge to seek a revenge And that’s a very good sign! When everyone finally dies The therapists’ chain on my neck That kept me forever in check Will break And that’s a very good sign! When everyone finally dies I`ll order in and take a bath I’m getting used to this path And that’s a very good sign!

a poem about disorganized-insecure attachment — Yes, I like to be broken-hearted Scattered in front of your NO So deeply rejected Affected by your refusal. You don’t get it? well, honey Ama criminal in the need For the constant accusal. I deserve even greater abjection. The affection I show will be devalued. Shall we? Let’s continue the play: I despise you When you want me the most When the thirst drives you crazy I look down on your pretty face Lately, I hated you To the moon and back, But what the heck just had happened?

a poem about domination My friend, pray is afraid But the predator`s never. Sever them, keep them in fear! Here in the darkness, we are not timid, Limit your thoughts to the purest aggression! Tension in muscles And aggravation of the holiest instincts Will serve you as never before. A whore for a blood A slut for a torture Emergency calls are outdated. I stated that this is your end And so be it.

a poem about remorse — Vindictive and volatile you are And the words cloth you lay. I say, ”That’s the present I don’t deserve! ” I serve you as best as I can And honey, if it’s not me, Then who is your biggest fan? Remorse is unknown to people. To people of your kind, my dear Nearby tragedy walks Peeks and patiently waits outside. Dried apricots of your lips, silly Is the best remuneration for my people’s kind.

a poem about the main question — I image up this place without me What a delight! I image up the looming day It’s crisp and bright. I’m gone forgiven, and erased What a relief! Just pop a bottle of champagne To end the grief. That gimmick quirky part of me Disturbs no one. I would not bother you with rhymes No need to shun. I feel that place won’t worsen by The lack of me That's why I don't ask myself To be or not to be…

A poem about a young woman who does not have a hangover — Mistress of the morning opens her eyes Before the dawn Mistress of the morning apprised the Sun That it’s her pawn, When all humans smashed By the weight of the night She is full of zest, Hot, wet, and never trite She is kind of crude and unapologetic And I can’t stop wondering If it’s all genetics Is she just a marvel that I stumbled on? I have nothing left except to kneel and fawn…

a free verse about swag — Miscellaneous fashionable accoutrements On the bathroom floor Like sakura petals Like leaves in the fall. I never liked them on you But here On these surface They blossom Like the teenager That finally found his squad.

a poem about excuses — The sky’s falling down, The weather is shitty And I’m the one who Who remains in the city! And she is the one Who is hitting the road. I guess she’s the prince That makes me the toad. I want to be tethered Veracious committed But not in this weather And not in this city. I’m gonna be cheating I’m gonna be cheating Goddess forbid, I’m gonna be cheating…