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Manx Cats in Love
Dating Site: Her First Date First date, and the cardinal rule: Tonight, I won’t let him stay; His profile’s nice: handsome, single; doesn’t appear to be gay.
The Grobbelgriffy Bagenbowel
The Grobbelgriffy Bagenbowel swoopled through the haze , and horramandies freakydunked beneath its fearsome gaze. Shifting, switching, needlepitching: the fear, it made me sick ,
Our Obedience to Technology
We as people have turned ourselves into sheep We all think the human race is so smart “Look at what we’ve built, look at what we’ve done”
Madison CalleaPublished 3 years ago in PoetsBody of Water
Here's the situation If we were minuscule planktons I'd get really bored over endless dates watching the blue wall rise and fall, like reruns on a television screen
Vinnie QuanPublished 3 years ago in PoetsA Letter of Love
I had this premonition To write you this letter Being so close to death I want to talk to you But struggle to put to words
Phillip LoFasoPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHere With You
Just sitting back as the sun goes down Holding your hand when no one is around They say the best things in life are free But honey, the best thing is when you are with me.
Mitch LunsfordPublished 3 years ago in PoetsDarkness
Darkness. The anxious demon crept in. Uninvited, to live under my skin. No battle plan has ever ended the demon’s hunt
Today I Cried
Today I Cried - The Ugly Side of Healing Today I cried. I cried in grief, I cried in mourning Not for someone lost I cried for my life.
Char WilcoxPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWe got History
Why is my History Such a Mystery? Leaving so many In the dark I can pass With a brown paper bag test I bet you guessed
Annette WilsonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMake Me A New Man
I'm tired of being lonely. There's so much emptiness inside. I'm tired of being scared. There's just no where else to hide.
Mitch LunsfordPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThose who live by the sword, die by the sword.
Precious jewel of the kingdom, purest piece of gold, Where legends had spoke of, where myths had surely told, The searching, the seeking, the endless blood and strife,
Jordan ZunigaPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Moment When
The light is just above the horizon. An over cast day above. The light is so dramatic on the spindly tree. Late February, there are few leafs.
Ronald RobertsPublished 3 years ago in Poets