I got inspired to write poems from this guy recently.. And now I seem to like it. Tell me what you think:
I saw him yesterday
as quiet as a dead bird
and he spoke words
Recent Developments in the Grand Scheme
the crooked fingers of Keele Street
wind into Weston Road,
just above the Junction,
at the slaughter houses on St. Clair.
Back to reading them. This is one of my favorites. Road not taken by Robert Frost.. I specially like the last two lines..
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could...
A hundred thousand years from now,
I will see Him,
One million times a sun,
Criss-crossing the dance of my shadow...
My hands are empty,
The waves have died to a low tide...
Starting over is hard for me. Mostly because I've started over many times before and then eventually failed. Therefore every time I make a new start I feel that it is in vain due...
I write so-called poems
when the nights are long--
sing the praises of false ladies--
through the dark hours
I push words out of place.
thin lips, gray eyes, blonde hair...
My insides clench together
The sob tears through my throat
I reach out to anyone
But They don't see my doubt
I can't live with this
The pain travels from my heart...
She said :"I love you and passion
Which is burning my ribs with keeping me awake!
Would you forget someday
That you sucked from my mouth
Or would you get bored of...
Hitler, you were the first mad man,
You overthrew the German leadership with a plan you squirted on the can,
Yes, you're worse than the Taliban,--
Your motives are selfish and...
the curve of her lip
mixes with the line of her brow
like winter snow
a drift across the
road and over the cornfield
curves like her round hip
trace of enamel
Somebunny needs to go to the vet.
Running circles around my feet and grunting or digging at my feet was enough of a giveaway that it's time for him to get fixed. D:
When we were boys, in the constant
rattle and noise of Lakeside Park,
we squandered on a lark ten times the money
we made from tourists, spent our summer days...
These 2 poems are written by one of E.p.friends and his daughter.I took his permission to post them .
The dastardly act
of those senseless cowards
IN THE BEGINNING OF TIME, the skies were filled with flying elephants
every night they lay down in the same place in the sky
and dream with one eye open
When you gaze up at the...
I didn't mean to fall in love with him--I just did. He was just a schoolmate back in College. But ever since one of my classmates said that we looked good together, my suffering...
where is the postcard sales(we laughed at)man?
caught in the shade hamburg awning his shadow stays
where it stood;
the day passes on its way, where?
where is the...
I am in recovery from very recently being addicted to painkillers
I've brought your sadness in close on my own
and nurtured it until the two were one
I've seen this love between us overgrown
with something else quite hidden from the sun...
The Dark Design
the air is thick tonight, the air is tense,
the light is ringed in fog, each sigh a cough,
down deep, it seeps into this body's trough,
where neither breath nor...
Those moments in life when peace resonates everywhere...
When you open your eyes and drink in the off-white walls of your bedroom, glowing dimly as they reflect the early...
No luck with quater size turtles. But i have 4 frenz with litter trained rabbits. They say if you get them when they're small they won't learn to snuggle and cuddle and be so...
In The Cave of The Scarlet Spade Tail Dragon
Cool steely shards,
Pieces of a sword blade,
Thin of razor edge
Lay scattered, broken
As parts of a weapon...
There was a chill in the wind that night,
one like no other.
The darkness made it hard for sight,
but I knew it was his brother.
The strength of his grip,
the frame of his stature...
How easy is it to leave a cult? For me personally, the answer is "not very."
I pay close attention to the stories of those who have left a religious cult. I admit I am a little...
I've come to understand some of Magic's body language. For instance, he doesn't like to be pet unless he lays a certain way. The problem is that I'm not always paying attention...