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PAR
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
Your Poet
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
#dragons
#fiction
#lover
#sky
#WritingPoetry
119 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
Your Poet
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
#dragons
#fiction
#lover
#sky
#WritingPoetry
119 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
Your Poet
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
#dragons
#fiction
#lover
#sky
#WritingPoetry
119 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
Your Poet
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
#dragons
#fiction
#lover
#sky
#WritingPoetry
119 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
23rd May 2024 5:13pm
Your Poet
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
Because it's yours and no one else's?
Because he rhymes with you and no one else!
Because his ice serves you in the summer, isn't it?
Because out of everything you have left
he is the golden sword of the non-existent hero
who walks naked and beautiful in your sweaty dreams?
Because he, only him, no one but him has your skin
so tattooed with the names of organs in your body
and red lines in the shape of hearts and dragons...
Why do you like to drive your poet crazy?
#dragons
#fiction
#lover
#sky
#WritingPoetry
119 reads
1 Comment
Elenore
Poem Published
10th Apr 2023 4:21pm
10th Apr 2023 4:21pm
Times Theory of The Second Time Around
In the near future, you will perceive time as you once did.
In the misty mind of a child, but with the intuition of a child.
You will be where time is tangled up, not caught up.
You’ll be held between the big bang and eternity, bewildered.
And the speed limit is infinitely slow.
To know how slow time passes when you’re young will be the sham of it all.
Then you will find the stairway and begin climbing towards Saturn.
It’s a stairway that twists and turns through a fantastical portal.
To be sure, be careful. If you make a...
In the misty mind of a child, but with the intuition of a child.
You will be where time is tangled up, not caught up.
You’ll be held between the big bang and eternity, bewildered.
And the speed limit is infinitely slow.
To know how slow time passes when you’re young will be the sham of it all.
Then you will find the stairway and begin climbing towards Saturn.
It’s a stairway that twists and turns through a fantastical portal.
To be sure, be careful. If you make a...
#science
#fiction
301 reads
0 Comments
Elenore
Poem Published
10th Apr 2023 4:21pm
10th Apr 2023 4:21pm
Times Theory of The Second Time Around
In the near future, you will perceive time as you once did.
In the misty mind of a child, but with the intuition of a child.
You will be where time is tangled up, not caught up.
You’ll be held between the big bang and eternity, bewildered.
And the speed limit is infinitely slow.
To know how slow time passes when you’re young will be the sham of it all.
Then you will find the stairway and begin climbing towards Saturn.
It’s a stairway that twists and turns through a fantastical portal.
To be sure, be careful. If you make a...
In the misty mind of a child, but with the intuition of a child.
You will be where time is tangled up, not caught up.
You’ll be held between the big bang and eternity, bewildered.
And the speed limit is infinitely slow.
To know how slow time passes when you’re young will be the sham of it all.
Then you will find the stairway and begin climbing towards Saturn.
It’s a stairway that twists and turns through a fantastical portal.
To be sure, be careful. If you make a...
#science
#fiction
301 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
Henry the Fifth
there you go again,
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
#fiction
#historical
87 reads
3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
25th Nov 2024 00:09am
Henry the Fifth
there you go again,
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
claiming calais is english, after
just a few day trips on the ferry
from dover
should have shown
you over and over again that we
ruddy well end at the cliff ..
#fiction
#historical
87 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 10:21am
22nd Jan 2025 10:21am
His Pet Antelope
Valentines Day Massacre cumming all over your pie
In the form of a girl with pins through her eyes
She came from the south with a dimes worth of gas
Money on her mind and some dope shoved up her ass
Outside of Memphis her car was broken down
She shot a white cracker in the head, immediately left town
She was a Jehovah's witness before she gave him head
She was selling on the street, her funky hair was red
She shat in his mouth, and threw him on the bed
That's when she cut off his balls and glued them on his head
She stole his car, which...
In the form of a girl with pins through her eyes
She came from the south with a dimes worth of gas
Money on her mind and some dope shoved up her ass
Outside of Memphis her car was broken down
She shot a white cracker in the head, immediately left town
She was a Jehovah's witness before she gave him head
She was selling on the street, her funky hair was red
She shat in his mouth, and threw him on the bed
That's when she cut off his balls and glued them on his head
She stole his car, which...
#addiction
#fiction
#greed
#sex
#violence
66 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 10:21am
22nd Jan 2025 10:21am
His Pet Antelope
Valentines Day Massacre cumming all over your pie
In the form of a girl with pins through her eyes
She came from the south with a dimes worth of gas
Money on her mind and some dope shoved up her ass
Outside of Memphis her car was broken down
She shot a white cracker in the head, immediately left town
She was a Jehovah's witness before she gave him head
She was selling on the street, her funky hair was red
She shat in his mouth, and threw him on the bed
That's when she cut off his balls and glued them on his head
She stole his car, which...
In the form of a girl with pins through her eyes
She came from the south with a dimes worth of gas
Money on her mind and some dope shoved up her ass
Outside of Memphis her car was broken down
She shot a white cracker in the head, immediately left town
She was a Jehovah's witness before she gave him head
She was selling on the street, her funky hair was red
She shat in his mouth, and threw him on the bed
That's when she cut off his balls and glued them on his head
She stole his car, which...
#addiction
#fiction
#greed
#sex
#violence
66 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 10:21am
22nd Jan 2025 10:21am
His Pet Antelope
Valentines Day Massacre cumming all over your pie
In the form of a girl with pins through her eyes
She came from the south with a dimes worth of gas
Money on her mind and some dope shoved up her ass
Outside of Memphis her car was broken down
She shot a white cracker in the head, immediately left town
She was a Jehovah's witness before she gave him head
She was selling on the street, her funky hair was red
She shat in his mouth, and threw him on the bed
That's when she cut off his balls and glued them on his head
She stole his car, which...
In the form of a girl with pins through her eyes
She came from the south with a dimes worth of gas
Money on her mind and some dope shoved up her ass
Outside of Memphis her car was broken down
She shot a white cracker in the head, immediately left town
She was a Jehovah's witness before she gave him head
She was selling on the street, her funky hair was red
She shat in his mouth, and threw him on the bed
That's when she cut off his balls and glued them on his head
She stole his car, which...
#addiction
#fiction
#greed
#sex
#violence
66 reads
4 Comments
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