How I love to speak in riddles
and write with a twisted tongue,
because for all my young years on Earth
my joy stays with the ones
whose minds contort in knots-
blissful agony from thoughts-
who feel they can’t relate to
those that swarm around in lots.
Their eyes follow my puzzles
as if smooth
silk laid over rocks-
for words that echo to poets
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I once had a teacher named Love.

Love graded my heart,
Tore me apart.
I guess we didn’t know how to get along.

Then one day in Love’s class
In my boredom- on some scrap
I decided to write a dumb song.

“My mind’s drifting away,
This class is a waste of my day.
I’d rather stay home and just belong.

Ms. Love teaches lessons I don’t c…read more