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The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
Through the forest, they crashed As the adventurers swung and slashed At every vine and lash Clink clink As their swords struck the stone
You were the first The first I could trust with my heart Now the world is tearing us apart And I don’t know what to do
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
Thighs quaking Knees shaking Carrying my jar of clay everyday Arms locked in desperation Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
I’ve searched for you in the ocean I’ve searched for you in the skies I’ve searched for you in other’s eyes I’ve searched for you all our lives
Gondor called for aid But all the cards had been played No one rode out Because Gondor had alienated all of Middle Earth
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
