nameless poem with the faceless tone

"Orange? So rude and round placed gently on the table Ripped from the outside and so frighteningly exposed You poor orange, a protective shell to hide you from the world. A color and a food both humili..."

"Enjoying the flow of things Black roses and crying children chipped and fading nailpolish shatterd glass on the kitchen floor Inkless pens and penless secretaries cheating on your wife with the cat T..."

"Our bodies so close, yet so far apart. Lying next to him, happy and sleepless. Too short eternity, or so it seems. Is it possible for him to like such a creature as me? Am I being led on? Eskimo and b..."

"Sitting together watching, waiting, listening. A cough,a sneeze,a yawn. Crunches of popcorn, sips of Mr. Pibb. A smile on my face as I smell this wonderfull cologne. Although just a tee-shirt and shor..."

"My poor hands shake with fear as the silence envelopes me. You'd see nude newspaper, she saw wrapping paper. How creative to look beyond her eyes. I gaze now, lying in my bed, up at my ceiling. Thoug..."

"So many signs point to Jeremy, Trust me they do. But how can I love you when love isn't true? Madonna states it plainly, It's just something that we do. But you won't do it, and don't ask me to. The..."