What Have You Done To Me

You once made mention To put my life in a new direction. You ask "What could that have been?" You said, "You're not going out in public Looking like that with me!" I was shocked, and maybe

Seven Reasons To Stop Writing Poetry

1. It sings to itself, calling Into the throat of a well And thrilling in the bounceback echoes As if they were the hails of some jaunty raftsman Hello, hello, You are real sir
Cherry

Punch

Mornings he is full of beans, eats egg and porridge for breakfast, sings a song, brushes off her jealousy, fools around with the cat, so that the postman who calls,

Once when I’m dead

I’d like to be a lamp

I'll float upon the blue

And carefree fish lead me to muted ways
Cherry

Reasons to be Beautiful

Love hangs herself With the bed sheets in her cell Threw myself on fires for you 10 good reasons to stay alive 10 good reasons I can't find

Anger

It was Saturday, 5PM, at the Universal Retail outlet as multitudes of customers filed in from the snowy weather to browse. It was Antonio’s day to run the store alone.

theocratıc theory # 23

who made you, God. who made God, you.

Pink Them Up

Pink Them Up Pink them up the boys who can't sit still or bear unpleasure range about in classrooms crashing desks hold themselves together with muscle and speed

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