PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Make me a willow cabin at your gate,

or move in with me to an apartment on haste

and get wasted.

Call upon my soul within the house,

or call a friend and tell him to come over.

Write loyal cantons of contemned love,

or play macdre while you pass the blunt.

Sing them loud even in the dead of the night,

or lay sleeping beside me while i pleasure myself.

Hallow my name to the reverberate hills,

or sit and play call of duty till two while i

sketch on stickers and scroll words.

Make the babbling gossip of the air, cry out Olivia

or let me listen to the shouts of victory from the

beer pong table and music of no silence.



The world runs

out of poetry.