Poems from angreenfields

Alexius, known to their friends as Alex, is currently writing poetry in Minneapolis, MN, USA. They write with heavy metaphor and intense emotion, or at least try to. Their interests include foreign languages, English arts, feminism, and sticking it to the man.
My professor wants me to analyze a poem  And why at the end there are two  Enjambèd lines with only one word.    Who wants to tell this...
My shoulder hurts. I have woken up  The clock reads 12:15.  For a moment, I thought it meant PM I realize I fell asleep at 6.    I turn on...
Turn a rose over in your palm I have made it for you Lift a teacup up and drink  I have brewed it for you A finger on a twisting greeny...
I watch her She breathes And silently, I ask her Marry me The words catch in my throat so evilly  For the sake of what  Do I yearn for you...
Give me a gentleness sweeter than the turn of the earth And the rosy red faithfulness that pours from your lips  If I love you, I will...

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