it's my affair

do not
let our lips meet
it will shatter her heart
and you will die
of guilt

Warning Will Rogers

Do not touch that which you are not prepared to buy.

short thought

Do not define your soul; let it walk and explore, for then shall it unearth joys and tortures unfathomable if caged.

fill in the blank

Time is _______
:pliable
:mendable
:bendable
:ageless
like the pain of pleasure
in one's own heart

another stupid poem

I think critically
about my emotions
turning them
before defining them
as if they were a prism
and i must see
each brilliant color
inside
before i can call it a rainbow
but, sometimes
i can know
each bright stripe
but blue is still blue