When I think of you being gone I don’t think of grief and sadness I get a sense of relief and gladness To be free from you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
Counting numbers, one! A sum at the end for some? Mount. "Pardon?" Lost count.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
A challenge was set, an abecedarian, a senryu every verse But will I conclude, by using every letter, bright idealism Chaos in my mind, can I remember any words, clear mind, empty head
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The heavens opened. "Why is there rain in heaven?" No other questions.
Paint can colour white, on the walls and the carpet. Decorative red.
A walk down the road. "Why did I trip over my feet?" No vacation.
A hammer A sword in a stone A thrown waiting to be taken To be conquered by the forsaken To be shaken loose But it is you that must choose
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
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
