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.
young man, you owe me your innocence forget the dull waving of the wisteria vine.  you look at me,  animal, crying for the reason of man. ...
She wore tragedy like a fine diamond  And her court were tiny dolls  So easily broken; The queen of jilted hearts and plastic pearls.    ...
Is it easier to know That the wrath in the eye of an angry lover Has been forged in that Which will forever be stronger than malice  That...
Can I bring my eyes out of my face and clean them Smooth away the exhaustive rattling  Of a hamster’s wheel Around and around goes the year...
Bee
Indeed, you would love her too  if you would only see her  sitting in a sun-saturated kitchen with a flower in her hair  and a lyrical...

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