Nearly silent,
his pen screams at the paper
“We shall conceive a thought”
A breeze disrupts the intimacy
of their
intercourse?
Tries hard to rip the page from the book
but the poet
can't bear to see two lovers separated
by an invisible force

Fate?- Propaganda

If one pretends to know something
one is more than likely to be followed
Humanity.
Greedy for answers,
so that one may have
the upper-hand
when a battle of wits is called for


Upon observing the scribbled lines
(his pen's ejaculation)
he is tempted to throw these remnants
of the mind
off the cliff.
It's f***ing cold up here.