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rent paid in advance for five long student years like in a trance can constantly fix your finances one daughter good, the other one bad
By Mescaline Brissetabout 16 hours ago in Poets
you write because of an external reward you hold your silver-plated words’ horde in a cellar inlaid with silk and that’s pretty much your ilk
By Mescaline Brissetabout 18 hours ago in Poets
abstruse processes going on in my head I cannot concentrate, I sound like a bonehead languages, inspirations, images, sounds, words, connections worn
By Mescaline Brissetabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Birthday wishes sent by my mum caused my stomach a viral churn, my ears a savage hum “I wish you lots of sorrows and troubles”
By Mescaline Brissetabout 22 hours ago in Poets
keeping a police dog as a pet things didn’t always go according to plan; the owner got upset once a boy was bitten on the ankle
By Mescaline Brisset3 days ago in Poets
sitting down in a plight he pondered on the ridiculousness of life in the bright suit, everything went through the roof
my eyelashes clogged with tears how many seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years I’ve been trying to figure this all out
all doubts dispelled in that one particular moment the sun yelled yanked the mast every inch torn apart, a stupefied blast
my skin so dry, my hands and lips cracked with blood vessels out my hair will soon turn grey no doubt from the worries I’m facing
By Mescaline Brisset4 days ago in Poets
loaded with growling weapon, attention span spun an upgraded extension of his ego beckon on four wheels, cups echoing off the kitchen sink
I used to add zero to zero multiply each digit by zero it came nothing out of it just a strong desire to quit I remained now attracted to every pure sound of the “zero”
like an Amazon who went on a quest with her bow and host after too many lost battles on the coast decided to join the high seas wing
