another poem guys wind chimes the most beautiful sound in the world I heard its lullaby as I walked away from you its melody soothed me as I ponder'd the ache of not seeing not hearing you again for a day and night o! my love for you chimes softly as pipes in the wind the trees whose furious whispers ooze t'wards my eardrums in slowfox I wish to waltz with you to the beat of the rain cries of metal ring the rhythm when a lonely spruce sings the ballad of a thousand needles a tear joins its sweeter brothers falls/fall's on our brass meadow now silence has its concerto, our shared breath's a lip's breadth away you are when I awake once more holding on to you with open arms
I dunno, I probably wouldn't post this if rum and coke hadn't lubricated the gears holding up my inhibitions a bit. the point was to avoid punctuation as much as possible, I don't know much about poetry but my diary entry went a bit too elegiac (why yes, I do use a thesaurus) and it transformed into this.