Opinion

My rectangle Handy-ROT
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with the moon’s dipping,
tingeing eyes
over the hoopoe capped,
skewed triangle
comes to write
the day’s new,
freezing luster.

I bent downward, the plug rigid in my fingers
Like a crucifix in a dead priests hand
And pushed it toward the socket
It chipped at the sides so I leant in further

Simple and short. No hard sums in it. You might like it.

This is how I can imagine people that are about to commit suicide may feel.

This is how I felt in my first primary school. I hope you like it.

This is how many children that are abused through my eyes might be feeling. I hope you enjoy it.

...there is something about the smooth glide of the ballpoint pen over the diary page...

This is a poem by my cousin callum and it is very good in my opinion, read it and weep people, hope you like it.

This is what happens if you never risk anything in life or don't try anything new. I hope you like it.

This is about the quiet people that are bolder than you think, I hope you enjoy.

This is made for people that are living a double life. In the end even they don't know who they are. I hope you enjoy

This poems how I stand up for all the people that are falsely accused of things they may not have done.

This is about people that hate each other but have nothing to back that hate up, I hope you like it.

This is my opinion on how hate can make people feel, I hope you like it.

Now we have a pink sun-set
and I'm feeling ballsy...
this morning I was scared fuck-less
about not very much at all

But that devil, devil, devil...
call him Beezlebub, Satan, or Lucifer,

Poems...

Oh, you hard-hearted yankees,
you world-wealthy with your aristocratic pride:
you make me cry

You wicked Waltons, McCains and Stalins:
when will you "find Jesus" for real,

As brevity is the soul of wit, and I have other things on my plate, I'll be brief.

In a world as crazy as this one,
It's a wonder people are still sane.
When things get confused, and hearts are jumbled,
The fragility of life can no longer be explained.

life with its vague complexity
bites me in its poisonous sea

my body is trembling
like a sparrow in a tree
with fears and cold emotions
that I can’t make out
the question about