Iakasot

I don't see why you think it's a problem. It's the manliest biological function there is. Twister's more fun after everyone eats beans lol.

You can't. He has every right to not want to be friends with you anymore.

It's actually 2 separate poems, the 2nd one is called might. (that's why they have different tone and flow) I actually had a 3rd one in the set that I composed in the same night, but it has a lot of vulgarities. These are from a few months back.

Oh yeah, the censor is the C word.

On the directionless of the freed...

Color of the world bestowed, blackness on the soul-less plowed.

I am one of hollowed world, on the curtains of the road,

Following a carved path, on the soon to leave us past.

Denser denser the fog gets, cutting open the eye's own specs.

silver gold the value give to the life one plans to live

oh stern values of the mind, leaving the heart's saint to grind

gears turning open gates, the broken skull: filled minds fate.

bring me every single plant, to send, tto mend, to bend, to repent

Might...

Blue poison, must you taunt me, you hurt, daunt the burn on the skin

Jumping with me into the sea, disorder organizing border

Spend my time in vain, you are paining, strength ingraining

Rage would fill my heart with fire, desire? Blasted ****, tis not you!

Fleeing fundamentals of friendly fondness, fiend! My mistake, I have sinned.

I bite on my lip? Tis sure to give me relief.

I will not bite, I will hesitate. Should I? Or should I rather wait for never and forget.