My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
When love drives you mad,. You end up doing inexplicable things. You feel overwhelmed. You live in your own world. Thinking about your new partner.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
What are we doing? What do you think of us? Let me know. I'm a confused man. a bewildered lover I am unsure where I stand in your life.
Earthen vessels awaken by the shore. Clearing my thoughts I breathe in once more. Lapses of time change all that I can see.
By Autumn Rain2 years ago in Poets
Eavesdropping on a world in extremis Convoluted plot, telenovela Listening to the screams of the eclipse I feel my own and the whole wide world's pain
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 years ago in Poets
Every now and then a shadow of chaos creeps forth and catches me off guard, seeking to steal the brightness of my days.
By Elise Victoria2 years ago in Poets
End-times psychosis begins Collapse of all of our Liberal fairy tales Imminent spring uprisings Performed by naughty actors
Enter two ladies: a president's wife and the Classy vice-president: smart shadow president. Losses and gains, betrayals and lies, they've endured
