Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
A hammer A sword in a stone A thrown waiting to be taken To be conquered by the forsaken To be shaken loose But it is you that must choose
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
A weary wine-dark sea, stirred By our ship’s restless keel and prow Were it not for a journey deterred It’d live and die to never be ashore
By Octovo Libra 2 years ago in Poets
Oh, where did you go Are you beneath the bed Or in the pillow Where are you strange fellow Lost to eternity How did you ever enter me
I just want to love you But you’re not here I don’t want to be above you Nor below I can see the hole in your soul Can you see mine
In the garden of joy, where sunbeams dance, Happiness blooms, a sweet, enchanting trance. A melody of laughter in the air,
By BrendonJoseph2 years ago in Poets
The old lady paced about and looked at the clock Two am and she couldn't sleep, so she rocked. She thought of her Babushka, the doll she had carried
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
Listen to the strange harmonica Of this world’s phenomena Feel the shattering feeling of unease As The Scattering tingles all around you
