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Ignorance is innocence, what is it I've become? The pillar of my sanity, I've yet to overcome. They fall, as they crumble in my wake, these pillars I have come to love, I now can only rake. Take away the pain from me, what remains but
What is is...What will be will be... This is what I think and don't need any to agree. Tweaked on 7/16/17 (4 now)
Chap 3 of my fable as it where is about personalities and the existence of infinite possibilities enjoy and comment tell me what you think
I'n my college days I studied allot of shakespeare so it has allot of the old school flavor! Enjoy!!!
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Just wanted to wish you a Blest day! Thanks. Hugz, Pink.
Forever it seemed, many hours a day, she waited alone with no words to say. Her husband had told her, time and again, to question or talk was an insult to him. For years and years, as time went right bye, she never considered to just say goodbye
MY LIFE IS TOO PHUCKED IN THIS WORLD OF COWARDLY DECIET TO THE POINT OF NO-END OF THIS DISCUSTING BULLSHIT WERE OTHER PEOPLE ARE JEALOUS OF THE TRUE HEART THAT HAS DONE NOTHING IN LIFE EXCEPT HELP OUT - SO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE I*M CALLING YOU OUT - TO ONCE IN FOR ALL STRAIGHTN YOU PHUCKN FAGGOTS OUT & PHUCK YOU - I WON THIS 39 YEARS AGO - WHAT - ? YOU DID*NT GET THE "MEMMO" !!!!!!!!!!!!! I*M SORRY "CONSTANCE"
Into harsh waters and bright foreign mist, we sailed through the fog and into abyss. The shoreline wall, out of nowhere it came, surviving my brethren and screaming in vain. Washed up on shore, beneath a near distant sun. I trek farther and f
Fearless, heartless, empowered by hate, I stand alone, in darkness delight, a towering blight, untouchable and great, crushing the dreams of all I forsake. The cries that remain only fuel my disdain, I laughed in their face as they withered i
I was watching Ms. Scrooge and heard this story told by a preacher. It is a retelling of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. My favorite retelling of this story is Bill Murray's Scrooge.
I have been writing stories for a long time but this the first one I've ever done done in poetry it will be covering a lot of dark subject in a manner of metaphorical exaggeration. I hope you enjoy and If you do get some inspiration from this feel free to use what you want I have never tried to claim fame from my works but I also have never try to take from anyone.
This is the second part to the poem. And the struggles within are not light hearted and to those who have over come them be proud of what you have done and hold not regret for the past but hope for the future.
Like a moth into the light, the world is ours to unite, so purified, as we ignite, and toss ourselves into his flame, to free ourselves of nature's blame. His hunger, habitual. Like a whore of hearts lament, our fate is ours to regret, so
hold me like the moon go round and round the sky all the broken things inside me are going to learn to fly
in memorium to the families of victims of violence everywhere. are we bound for nothingness?
Trapped inside of my head, it's flooding with dread, I'm drowning. Swimming up for air, I hear a voice so fair, a cause to care? I'm fighting. Through fog and disrepair, I rip and I tear, I'm climbing. Scaling up for the light, her hand
This is a poem thinking about what the universe is and how it plays an important role in our lives.
A new 'vague scribble' for you all; a short-short story this time; watching the classic George Romero zombie movies over the weekend set me thinking- apart from some vague hints in 'Night of the living dead' it has never been explained in canon just WHERE this virus came from- no copyright infringement intended, this is fan-fiction written for entertainment purposes only...and please, no wars in the comments section-yes, i know it's a story not a poem as such, and fellow fans of the genre may well disagree with my take on this; why not accept the challenge of the pen and write your own genesis story?
Long, freestyle comic relief. Not quite as naughty as (one might Think)
* As per the Greek myth of Helios.
I have quite heavily borrowed from another poem for the style of this one, although not quite so much in content. I am not a postman but I have been in situations that allow me to identify with this one.
Simple really...Or is it...?
Many years, lost in thought, imprisoned by the brain. Lost my mind, all alone, almost gone insane. Through the clouds of dismay, hope was very near. The light shone through, the cause to persevere. Talking now, back and forth, througho
Park was the head officer on the border crossing between North and South Korea. He had a problem. Two weeks ago a woman, let's call her lin, pitched up at the crossing gate with a jute bag of soil attached to the front panniers of her well maintai
Started it along time ago. finished just now on here. wanted to put it to rest in my mind.
The "damage done" by idiots.....
I saw the light tonight,, twas blue, red,, and bright, the world in all its glory, showed me its story, you covet what you can,, its all in the plan, noone cares or wants to know who you are or where you go, now take a stand and raise your hand, don
On the cusp of beauty, you were born Before this World had its modern form. Atavar and Spirit much older than us Existence formed from the deserts' dust. Imprinted in time, dissolved on the wind Generous in spirit, eye that is kind. Givin
Who does not like a good made salad? Hope this humors up your day!
Now you know what the cat is thinking.......
The story of one of the quests of my youth.
From "The Jungle Book" by Rudyard Kipling
it means nothing is impossible in life
Life.....People....Places...... Things......
The Belle of Yeavering Bell It was an eye for an eye In times gone by A life when they lived to trade So if you enter her home Where you are free to roam Be sure when you leave You have paid. Toss a coin into the air Make a wish,
Funny poems are fashionable here at the moment. This one I wrote years ago. Hope it doesn't offend.
Never ever never ever pag-una una aron di maggubot!
Alienate the peace in me, cut all ties, light the fuse. Animate the me unseen, evoke the lines, no way to lose. Free me, hold me, come break me loose. Shimmer me brightly, unveil the ruse. Deny the root of my cold withered stare, as you defi
was to recall that cur, always bit the hand that fed them
One more to hopefully ponder over..!
Thank you fjames for reading and your kind commentary..Ken...
dearest M.M imagism is what inspires me tnx for reading...
MAXEEN1 SOME TIMES IT IS EASIER SAID THEN DONE BUT THANKS I WILL TRY TO LEAVE MY SHADOW BEHIND......
Vehemently penned Alicia,really enjoyed your poem....
my girl is wild about sticky Rod 'spose that's why she's not a "spinister" she loves every touch I lay on her bod' (and I'd bet some I have yet to administer) ....thanks for the poem.......
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