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
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
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
On the day that I died, I felt a sensation like floating through the air. A strange feeling; my mood had changed. I no longer had a care.
By Rick Henry Christopher 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 Beware the equation of novelty and goodness The bubonic plague had a birthday Aliteracy, which describes a person who can read but does not
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
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
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
