I’ve never written quite so many poems as I have for you.Now fiddling with formats,I find myself going *mew*.I love you, Aria...To infinity,times the powerof infinite love.

The light,Blissful and soft.Warm and inviting.Sometimes it calls me,I never listen.But what would it be like?The right cocktail of drugs,Slowly slipping away,No pain, just a blissful feeling.But in the darkness......Hope.A feeling? A person! It keeps me going, she keeps me going...Don’t take away my hope.For what is Hell,But the total absence of hope? So, I write.I write to keep those thoughts and feelings at bay. People...

Hello Kitty hair bobbles, a torch, an arm thingy with a magnifier on it, sticks o’ RAM, rose quartz (raw and unpolished), solder, an amplifier module, various wires and a clock. That is what lies upon my bedside table. Most people just put the essentials, whatever they be, there, but I tend to throw all manner of crap there. Whatever I’m working on at the time, really. At the moment, I’m stripping laptops for selling, hen...

Hmm, a peppery Lady,Spicy and hot on many levels.Szechuan heat comes at me,suffuses my being... Numbs,yet lights a fiery heat,seduction in a glass,you make me want to passthe glass under my nose...inhale... enjoy...burn... soothe... happy.Interesting, Lady, interesting indeed.

This poem isn't forthcoming,Which leaves me bumming,Feeling like my head is scumming.I have a filthy head,though if I didn't, I'd be dead,My head is also red.Wait, that's blood,it's starting to flood,aw, I died, I'm a puddle of mud.From the dead,I spin this thread,While you lot scratch your head.What is this man on,Has he been smoking a bong?No, I'm like this, I'm an alien from Zong.You lot don't understand me,Just be cle...

Oh faithful Dreamcast, Thou may be ancient, but how I love thee so.Thy insanely loud fans and Maddeningly long loading times Serve only to endear me towards you. Thou art mine and I art thine, eternally, my love.

The man ate a sandwich,He snacked and smiled,He ate that sandwich,But then he choked,Poor dude, On a bit of bacon, he croaked.The woman knitted, She knitted a sweater,Then she got up,And she flitted.Made a cuppa tea,Now she’s D. E. A. D.Two ordinary deaths, it seems,But little do people know,It was all for show.

I don’t mind people farting, but I’m sitting here like a terrorist. By which I mean that I’m sitting with my t-shirt covering my face and can scarcely be identified. This is not good. I want one day without someone farting. Yeah, you read this right, I’m writing a musing about farting. Fart fart, you think you’re smart,But really I want a horse and cart,To takeYou away and quell the smell,One moreFart and that’ll be my de...

I wonder why, oh why,Does that fly buzz about in my eye?Is it stupid? Why my eye?Are you looking to be killed,Splatted, maimed in cold blood?Do you see that spider? Hanging around, upon its web,Beautifully spun, made from silk,He’s hungry you know!Go on, fly into it, stop bothering me!I’d wager you think,my tea is your drink,that’s why you’re there, isn’t it?Well, I hate to say this,But now you’re dead,Drowned in my cup.F...

An interesting thought, Though like it you may not,Is the fact that a writer,Could be much shiter......Without proper use of grammar.And if it was illegal you’d be in the slammer,For using incorrect fucking grammar,So just be thankful, when you miss that commaThat you won’t be put in an everlasting coma.Respect the comma,To tame the coma,Love the semicolon,But spare the colon:Too many of these and you’ll be no lon(ger).Us...

As Gloria pulled into her driveway, she dreaded the conversation which was to follow. Amy was talking to her as if nothing had happened, but everyone was aware that something was going on. Gloria only had a faint idea, but it was enough to make her suspicious. “Amy, come in, have a seat. Can I get you anything?” Gloria offered.“No, I’m fine, let’s just get to talking, shall we?”“Business, eh?”“Something like that.”A chill...

 Gimmie a lineand I’ll make it shine.Gimmie a mineand I’ll make it bine.Wait, what? I’ll make it bine?Time I end this rhyme,Or else, I fear, it will ‘come a crime,Don’t whine. Just mime,Shuddery shudder, don’t dare mime,you’ll scare me totally out my mind.Was that last line far too long?I don’t care, take a bong!Dong.Key.Kong. Y’okay, I’m off,Wanna toff......Ee?

A working laptop, a word processing program and some good music, that’s all I need. Right now it’s It’s Gonna Rain! By Bonnie Pink. I don’t quite know what it is about, but I think it’s about breaking up with someone. I did look up a translation (it’s in Japanese) but I don’t really trust them. Transliterations are better because they actually translate symbol-type languages, like Japanese, better than just translating. T...

Sitting in his seat, tea in hand, Rufus was almost tempted to stand and grab something stronger. He looked at the girl, his eyes wild and unbelieving, head spinning. “Seriously, where did you come from, how’d you get here and what is your name?”“Heehee, I came from the water, I just kinda arrived here and you know my name,” the girl giggled.“Same smart mouth. You really are...” he trailed off.He took a sip of his tea and...

I've tried this self employed lark,it has left me with barely a spark,my words, reader, I beg you mark,my voice, I'd like you to hark,this not working has to stop,my life right now, is utter plopp.I love my little Kitten,but feel as useless as a single mitten,then, along comes she, makes me smitten.So readers, don't despair, this broken life, I shall repair,I'll find a job and save and save,a pathway, I shall also pave,an...