Probably not as funny as I think I am
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What’s rare in this world anymore? What can’t you find inside a store? Fine spice, fancy wines, Fake gold that still shines,
By Chloë J.about 22 hours ago in Poets
There once was a wannabe poet, Who wanted the whole world to know it, She learned of limericks, And the rhymings came quick,
By Chloë J.about 23 hours ago in Poets
There once was an albino raven, Who, legend says, once was a maiden, She was cursed by a spell, Cast by ringing a bell, And now the forest is her haven.
Silence in my empty home; I like a little background sound. I feel a little less alone, with the TV on, I’ve found. // True joy on your smiling face;
By Chloë J.2 days ago in Poets
Eyes are common; with each glance, when mine found yours I swear they danced- When yours would roll at my dumb jokes,
By Chloë J.3 days ago in Poets
What seems common, at first glance? What has no legs, but still can dance? What can roll, but not go far? What can twinkle,
would you mind if, for a time, here rest I, ‘til I’m ready? I have found, through time and sound, my head grows rather heavy.
By Chloë J.4 days ago in Poets
maybe if we set some fires, they will listen; then again, maybe not.
By Chloë J.8 days ago in Poets
sharpened pain to a sword-point, taught it to burn, set the system on fire.
AM I THE ONLY ONE? don’t think it’s righteous rage, but I always burn.
skin, tinder under your grazing fingertips; tease me into burning.
“itsy bitsy fire drowned in the water spout;” rain- inundated truth.
