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
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
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
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
It's another Friday night and the feeling is not right. Looking for a new route, looking to get out. Escaping this small town just to be under those city lights, these dreams are real bright (real bright).
By Vincent Paul 2 years ago in Poets
Cranky feelings all around A slumber mood and some tired eyes I am sitting here waiting on lies Hoping to feel alive on this cold dark morning
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
Turns out the shadow was real, Containing something we could not find, It went through the field, Of time as it devoured more,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
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
Respect is something that is deserved, Not taken for granted, Let us everybody take, Theft for granted, why not?, Everyone in this world,
I wake up and put my mother’s jewelry back. The raw, red, soles of my feet ache as I tiptoe across wooden floors, sticky with something I'm reluctant to clean.
By daphne gray2 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
No one listens They just talk That’s why I like my black box They only listen for something to use To abuse you with That’s why I like my black box
Nostradamus is nauseating I wish I was just hating But the closest to this gnosis Is something between hypnosis and psychosis
