Submissions by Arthwaworder
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Point-Less
They said point-less and I did.
after all, all seemed pointless indeed.
Works I read, works I seen
the craftiness of a man's mind on scene.
all pointless.
And after all I saw, I pointed-less.
I had some pointing out, how I should write
like the ink cant be seen in the whites
if you get the point, you either hate it or love it
after all, a twisted heart can only fall for twisted emotions
and a blind man can only understand a blind message
you aint gotta insult it and neither do you have to house it
you can just let it...
after all, all seemed pointless indeed.
Works I read, works I seen
the craftiness of a man's mind on scene.
all pointless.
And after all I saw, I pointed-less.
I had some pointing out, how I should write
like the ink cant be seen in the whites
if you get the point, you either hate it or love it
after all, a twisted heart can only fall for twisted emotions
and a blind man can only understand a blind message
you aint gotta insult it and neither do you have to house it
you can just let it...
#strength
#courage
#forgiveness
#motivational
#humankind
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Funeral dancers
The speaker finished with final words,
"And the Father's anger was satisfied".
And at the drop of the microphone
there was the clapping of the hands
the cheering from the mouths
and all started singing and dancing.
There somewhere amongst the multi-rows of seats
rested my bossom awaiting on the rest of the speech
which was usual act from me with no idea why
since usually all that followed was jesuits fever.
And in my blood and bone kicked discomfort
like a sheep turning to a party to be the festival meat.
I gathered my...
"And the Father's anger was satisfied".
And at the drop of the microphone
there was the clapping of the hands
the cheering from the mouths
and all started singing and dancing.
There somewhere amongst the multi-rows of seats
rested my bossom awaiting on the rest of the speech
which was usual act from me with no idea why
since usually all that followed was jesuits fever.
And in my blood and bone kicked discomfort
like a sheep turning to a party to be the festival meat.
I gathered my...
#faith
#rebirth
#redemption
#sacrifice
#curse
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