ThePoemConsortium

The Arc of Parabola, passing through yon Great Ellipse, In the heart of latus rectum doth the spheroid wax prolix! Equidistant conic sections make quadratic functions rude, Chanting praises to Menaechmus as he duplicates the cube; But the jealous polynomials are so variable, I fear, Constant ever be the nullary when the arity is near.

a world of language burdened by the presumptuous and the declarative where it isn't so much a conversation but a debate in every corner of society how would you let words pass us by like knives on thin skin as silvery as the tongues of which they were thrown from We used to talk, but now, we just declare. it must be this way, it must be my way, it must be, we command. where you aren't so much interested to discuss but want a earpiece to yell into a public square that has turned into your personal pillory who is next in line to be grandstanded vociferously? how am I not guilty of doing this in every prior utterance of the pages burning a truth I must believe is sacrosanct and eternal We used to talk, but now, we just state. it must be this way, it must be your way, it must be, we remand. it is in our best interest to want to be right before proven so an aura of confidence in the pretense you are is exactly the outcome of conversation where we aren't so much a two-way

cruel mistresses the both of you pushing me on either sides of the brink but I love it, balancing this impossible feat on the tip of my pinky and expecting greatness to come out of it for I am the master of ceremonies, I'm ready to give a great show on empty, I'll pass out from the melatonin before I crash out from the caffeine but regardless you'll know I'm the MC life is a game of passing between energy drinks and sleeping pills and I'm a certified expert by that margin I've fucked my body beyond recognition all for the betterment of my craft For I'm here just for your entertainment I'm ready to dance even through the torment I'll likely die from a heart attack before I burn out from this ordainment I've placed upon myself, this is my moment the cruel mistress of melatonin and caffeine got me swinging on both sides of the extreme this is what it means to be seen destroy yourself for ambition's own means as all semblance of self is lost in the seams Life is always teetering on

Her mind now a mess, Regret to rapture as she Sees it in his eyes.

there's something about you I just can't put my finger on it unless it's in your ass and then you're just as perfect as the rest there isn't a girl like you the kind who can breathe through their mouth and nose, who has eyes to see and ears to hear, you're that special to me! there's something about you I just can't place it unless it's your legs between my face and then I realize how unique you are there's not a girl like you the kind who can eat food at a conservative pace, who dresses in a vague yet distinct way, it certainly makes my day! there's something about you I wouldn't have the words for it unless it's 'suck my dick please' and then I know you're one of many! how could there be a girl like you the kind who listens to the music that I do, what is it who knows? but we know it means more than it ever could! there isn't a girl like you, you know who, the one who does the thing I like too? I wish I could put my finger on it I wish I had the words for it I wish I had