A being of duality, poetic irreverence, and maddening nonsense.
Darkness fills the street as the sun finally sets. A cry is heard so sweet As a shot rings through the frets Of the madness.
By Arthur Armstrong4 years ago in Poets
What cruelty What shameful tragedy hath befallen thee That thou wouldst kill the Sunflower? The soaring and abundant bloom
I sit here trying to extrapolate A poem just for you But putting my love into words Is very hard to do. In your eyes I see the world.
I watch you there, beside the fire light. Breathing deeply and drinking moonlight. We've made it darling, all smiles from here on
By Arthur Armstrong5 years ago in Poets
"Good morning!" Your cheery eyes and velvet smile Sing songs of happiness undefiled. I know your heart holds grievous pain
Raindrops hit the window, plap, plap, plap. Thunder rolling with a green glow, clap, clap, clap. Don’t listen to the voices, it’s a trap, trap, trap.
