this combo presents itself inexplicably demanding a poem~all~its~own by gum, (1) though the brain refrains from providing any clues where/what might be inside the intersection of the Ven diagrams of cross pollination and enervation
but as an only love poet, he thinks he is brilliant, and visualizes the intersexual excitement of two insects (bees) recombinant/\recumbent after the stimulation of cross pollination as most enervating <> said the Queen bee to a worker bee:
"Honey, be a dear and pass me a cigarette, all that pollinating and wing flapping is just so enervating, I think I'll just die"(2)
(1) used to express surprise (2) A queen bee can die in several ways: supersedure (replacement by the colony), death during mating flights, accidental death by the beekeeper, or being killed by rivals, like other queens or potential queens. Worker bees may also **** the queen through a process called "balling" when she is deemed ineffective
Here's the limit Stopping short such careless ease It reaches in and grips and I just hope that I don't leave it all exposed, the brick & mortar to the humidifying heat I know to take it out on you is petty, childish, and mean And I am so mature, I'm quiet as the words begin to freeze The screaming, small injustices that bitterness loves to keep Tonight in bed, a mantra Is the devil on repeat Running laps inside my head Until I can finally sleep Then tomorrow I'll forgive you My walls crumbling like leaves A day of autumn in the summer For another day of peace
Your friends Won't read your poetry Foolish to think they would Unfair too To expect em to This aversion Is understood For you won't Get a true reaction It'll be tempered With kindness And tact But there's Always one Who bucks that trend As a matter of fact.
Maybe the sunset assured tears to dry... what’s been lost—just won’t revive. Brutal, yet subtle—this smell of coffee. Yes, that’s the ingredient to survive.
Till the last sip— Thoughts -Vulnerable didn't lose their grip. After your tears met your smile— Stronger, yet bland You took that angelic stance— This fading sunset longing for the sunrise. Perhaps! Another cup of coffee is enough— To be alive.
The lights of the Aurora borealis shining bright and free resemble the shining lightAnd so strong brighter than the sun in the sky all day long We will not stop until we are equal on this earth and change this world for the better and we are worth the same as everyone else there's no need for fear we are the same as anyone else and will make it so no one will ever have to be afraid to be there self of you and me, Our inner lights can never be dimmed or tamed, We are who are and we shine loud and proud and no one can dim out light or silence are voice we fight the fight and will never stop until everything is set right, We are equal on this earth and being out true selves feels like a rebirth, we are united we are strong we will never stop until we right all the wrongs,our inner light shines so strong