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"Little Jester"
Painted face and silly shoes give you the illusion of being Always know, though, that you're actually nothing But that's ok.
Duanyell WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRain
Let's dive down the formless arrays of the colours before us; taste the moisture of the hidden songs in every ripple, waltzing down every inch of these droplets, fallen from the heavens, waiting to emerge out of your traumatic spectrum — in disguise of dark clouds.
Philip von GravePublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Bee Stings Most Delicately
Flowers blossom in spring Love blooms in summer We came here two years ago I am still here now It was cold back then but
Charlie MillerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGuitar Poem
I think he's depressed He must be obsessed So how can it help Try strumming it out Waves of stringed thunder Can solve his cashing hunger.
Jonathan ClewlowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRhythm of Life
Rhythm of Life You carry me steadily From womb to grave readily And in-between instances Your communication incredibly Lifts me up (wow)
Canari
I remember the last time that mother took me in her arms. Back then, i was a wee boy. Five years old, naive but with highly developed intuition.
Kito PeferPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGTX 1050Ti
I've been a gamer for years, but I didn't really have a choice as to what I wanted to play a game on. Earlier I just used to play every game on my slow PC on the least possible settings, and they were sometimes playable. Then I bought a console, and things seemed normal for some time. Then I just got into games like DotA or Counter-Strike Global Offensive which didn't require a lot of hardware and could run on nearly any potato.
Hassaan AhmedPublished 7 years ago in Gamers"This Man Toll Is Taxing"
She's a breath of air,at the bottom of the ocean.So I just sink into the thought of herand keep hoping. Truth is the only universal language, there ever needed to be.Lies are pollutionand sometimes there's too much smog to see.
Chad BurkePublished 7 years ago in Poets