Poetry and reading are for women,
and games and series are for nerds...

I saw her, and I started to weep
The tears rolled down my cheeks as I gazed at...

You are the birds in the sky
and the clouds that always sigh...

Hovering, flying, soaring across the sky
we watch these high heavens she and I...

What are dreams where the sun endlessly beams
If the stars never rise and let me see your...

Sitting by my desk
is it a bore, my friend? Is it only a chore...

Bottomless like the deepest abyss,
Their color aleatory like waves...

O! Sweet sorrow--
her feeble hands, shaking...

Sweet forty-two oh two, and
dear fourteen twenty-five...

Pestilence emblazons,
hibernation ends once more...

From griffonage to graphospasm
the noctivagant hand wanders...

Like bees to their
queen we flock to her...