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Love Poem # 6

Love Poem # 6

A Poem by Isolophobe


I loss My Faith The moment Your mortality Struck Me. Disappointment revels, the forlorn hand ofour creator wavesand surveyshorizons ofagony, men..
how nights with disinterested women end:

how nights with disinterested women end:

A Poem by Isolophobe


the maledissatisfiedas she(she wants to get home and rest; hewants to go with her)cannot calm hisnerves.Male:anxiously observes the timethrough his po..
men are perverts; men are perverts.

men are perverts; men are perverts.

A Poem by Isolophobe


clothing has away of obeying the subconsciousof whom it iswornby.Don't go blamingonlookersforlooking.You gaveup half your body to sight.Forgive a man ..
discreet erotic poem

discreet erotic poem

A Poem by Isolophobe


in mymouthyou restsofter thanthe soundof a vowel.i willpronounceyourO's.
Everywhere

Everywhere

A Poem by Isolophobe


Fun loving, naive, high spirited, emotionally lethargic, whimsically indignant, incessantly repugnant, illogical, optimistic pieces of s**t.One of t..
Strangers

Strangers

A Poem by Isolophobe


the porcelain,cleanliness royal men would love,was there:in the bathroom;resting.pale ashuman bone;as the top of prescription bottles.The whole bathro..
Open letter the the owners class:

Open letter the the owners class:

A Poem by Isolophobe


I have becomea belonging.I engendercapitallike an agedshift button;press your mighty job description against meforprofit.I writheout ofplace.Put mesom..
for whom the sky falls

for whom the sky falls

A Poem by Isolophobe


i could have entered the room;visibly loathsome.told you the price I'd pay to lay with you.harped briefly of your beauty.failed to contain myself.i co..
i still write about you

i still write about you

A Poem by Isolophobe


we are twins with change, playing pictionary with the blind, losing; their foresight wears spectacles. i need a new pair of eyes.lay your heart befo..
it'll be alright

it'll be alright

A Poem by Isolophobe


Don't you worryabout anythingyou'll​bedead before theworst is real the s​ky falls on the weekend; fasterthan laboring suicides; slowerthan..