A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
A weary wine-dark sea, stirred By our ship’s restless keel and prow Were it not for a journey deterred It’d live and die to never be ashore
By Octovo Libra 2 years ago in Poets
Oh, where did you go Are you beneath the bed Or in the pillow Where are you strange fellow Lost to eternity How did you ever enter me
I just want to love you But you’re not here I don’t want to be above you Nor below I can see the hole in your soul Can you see mine
In the garden of joy, where sunbeams dance, Happiness blooms, a sweet, enchanting trance. A melody of laughter in the air,
By BrendonJoseph2 years ago in Poets
The old lady paced about and looked at the clock Two am and she couldn't sleep, so she rocked. She thought of her Babushka, the doll she had carried
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
Listen to the strange harmonica Of this world’s phenomena Feel the shattering feeling of unease As The Scattering tingles all around you
No one listens They just talk That’s why I like my black box They only listen for something to use To abuse you with That’s why I like my black box
Nostradamus is nauseating I wish I was just hating But the closest to this gnosis Is something between hypnosis and psychosis
Intrusive thoughts are usually quickly forgot Unless you’re me Then you write them down For all to see Let them bleed
