you liked me enough
to lie

The very first thing a poet should do
Is throw that ego in the bin.
For being Great, or finding fame and fortune
Should hardly be your goal.

Just say whatever you have to say
With passionate heart and Voice.
Forget about Perfection
As all is relative:
And simply be Inspired.

Don’t be a slave to rigid forms:
Variety is the key.
Pulsing rhythms may match the heart
But missing beats have clout.

Be respectful to other poets at all times
And always return their praise, where you can.
Never criticise in a negative way:
Always be positive and supportive.

Keep out of inter-poet politics:
Such a waste of time!
Just write and write and write and write:
I simply cannot help it!

Paul Butters

which one do you choose?

the person you love unconditionally,
but they may never feel the same.

                          or

the person who unconditionally loves you,
but you may never feel the same.

would you love me,
if you knew,
what i do,
when i'm alone?

would you love me,
if you saw,
my wrists,
full of marks?

would you love me,
if you knew,
the names,
that they called me?

these violent delights
have violent ends.

Love is indeed the most tragic form of art.

the sad truth is
so many people are in love and
not together

and

so many people are together
and not in love