Continuing down a path a distrust Once again there’s nothing left but disgust Never gained faith in disgruntled displays, but
By SagethePoetabout a year ago in Poets
Choice left, when debris is right before me. Handkerchief produced dash, though staved off friendly retreat. Once upon a time though, the mirrors kept me at peace.
By SagethePoet2 years ago in Poets
Imma tell you one time Never came cross a dime in the street, If you know what I mean, I need some quarters Gain some more words, I’m just doing laundry.
Day in and out, tracking dirt through the house. Washing mold from ‘tween the tiles grout. Bricks or glass? Does it matter?
Monét says, If I’d read them these poems, they’d still be around. If I broke down and wrote ‘em, I could build a house.
Im done with your s*** I give up, I quit. Everyday is the same I am the epitome of insane. You see I try and I try And I refuse to cry
Thrice upon a rose petal, I met Lilly, Oh so sweet, Blessed, are the bee’s. Allegedly, bound consciously by the Queen,
Tame for the time being, Far from the timid and frightened, Questioning speeds? Tell me please, Officer blurped me, had the sheriff w her too.
