Wasn’t it William Congreve, who in 1697 said, “Hell hath no fury like 1992 scorned”? He was a prolific and prophetic poet, and most of his later work still survives above urinals all over Branson, Missouri. 2019/12/132019/12/13 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
If I could live anywhere, I’d live here, in this moment, with you. 2019/09/022019/09/02 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Our love is timeless, like a broken watch. Sorry I’m late. 2018/12/112018/12/11 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
I’m such a romantic, and my heart was beating so fast while I wrote my Love Haiku/grocery list, that I forgot to include deodorant. Now I’m drenched with desire and passion. 2018/11/272018/11/27 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Butterflies are Flying Flowers, sunsets are Cloud Flowers, and fireworks are skyflowers. Everything reminds me of flowers, and flowers remind me of love, because love is all around all the time. 2018/08/142018/08/14 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Romance is like billowy smoke that rolls by in the breeze, never to tumble on the wind the same way again, and no matter how much you want to recapture its signature essence, once it floats by it’s gone forever. 2018/08/122018/08/12 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
I’ve never met a sunset I didn’t love. Well, except for that one that tried to steal my girlfriend that one DayNight. It would have succeeded to, if it didn’t so abrutly disappear into the darkness. 2018/05/30 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Instead of March 15th, I think Corporate Taxes should be due on February 14th, Valentine’s Day, because honestly, is anything more romantic than doing your taxes? 2018/02/162018/02/16 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Is there nobility in poverty? It is good to be a poet, but it is better to be a poet who owns Po.et. 2018/01/142018/01/14 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
I lined up seventeen people, each of whom only had a first name that was monosyllabic, and I arranged what would have been the most romantic haiku, if only one person didn’t feel lonely and without a partner. 2017/12/29 jarodkintz1Leave a comment Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Share this:EmailTweetShare on TumblrMorePrintPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...