I have come from abduction,Was attacked-My country's compensation is in-store credit.ordered back into bankruptcy It's me and my trophy wife.Passing as some kind of dream.
By bishnu prasad3 years ago in Poets
women who lie alone at midnight Because there's no one else to lie to. women who lie alone at midnight at the laundromat in the afternoon
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
I married “Ms. Right” by the County Court hallways I just didn’t know her first name was, “Always” We’ll eat somewhere special at least once a week
By Earl W. Pearl3 years ago in Poets
Mirror, Mirror On the stand Tell me If you can Who is The one That has Already gone Over to the Dark side To live
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
In the late spring's boiling embrace, Where the sun's warm fingers follow, There lies a treat, cold and sweet, In reality as we know it where joys meet.
By zulfi bux3 years ago in Poets
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
Border Wisdom Line IntelligenceThe world isn't as terrible as us. neighbors, I made that day like this:We have seen more terrible days than this.
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
There once was a person who said "Every word that you've written I've read!" When challenged on this, He was clearly remiss:
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Poets
“Saturday’s child must work for a living.” “I’m moving from Grief Street. Taxes are high here. though the mortgage’s cheap.
By Bishnu Kumar 3 years ago in Poets
Amara gripped the hilt of her sword, the only man among the Queen's elite guard. Tonight, they infiltrated the Sultan's harem.
