time ticks suck our joy
wringing hands dread tomorrow
how’s the weather there?
I like to share my art and writings, whether it's silly or serious. I'll also feature a comic I work on called Writing Whoas, which is about the joys and hardships of being a writer. Stick around to laugh or cry.
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Do not trust clocks ticking within the glass. Please binge-watch that show (or 12 other ones); croon for dazzling riches you’ll amass,
By J. Jay3 years ago in Poets
I have dug my fingers so deep into my arteries That I can taste the hemorrhaging pain of last decade's memories. What a silly little way to pass time, shredding my neurons
By Silver Daux7 days ago in Poets
The Man With No Name I pass him every day on the way to work, he smiles, says good morning, have a lovely day. Who is he, this beautiful man with no name?
By Marie381Uk 2 days ago in Poets
⚡10:13 pm 1/28/26 - two hours until the Deadline 🕛 NOTICE WHEN WRITING FOR A VOCAL CHALLENGE Do not start late Or your poem won't be great
By Lightning Bolt ⚡7 days ago in Humor
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