Leprechauns shaking shillelaghs As the leper cons say pay me Butterflies in disguise as they spin their lies Spiders trickling down
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
Suddenly, a volcano Appeared from her bed She was breathing heavily The burning debris inside her body was slowly burning the inside
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Poets
The letters that are heard... The whispers of the dream in the mind of the listener The poems are unfamiliar The blankets of the mind of the listener
Brothers who scare but make you think in relating what's real and fake offering an opportunity to learn in an offhand way on
By Mark Graham11 months ago in Poets
Mechanical drawing artists are those that enjoy elaborating and eliciting on working with clients in a variety of climates
1. Three more steps—her toes kiss the tide’s brink, the horizon stitches sky to sea, a seam of blue mirroring her pulse. Butterflies ascend her ribs,
By LUCCIAN LAYTH11 months ago in Poets
The mud-covered mirror showed a distorted image.. Butterflies with their wings cut off They died by crashing..
So, what are memories so to speak for here I will try to depict. Memories of the past that elicit on things and ideas that one defines on a particular
Once upon a time About time..... Good morning ... The greetings that come are very lovely...... Every day begins....
Not every friend is a true friend to you!!!!! One of the harsh truths of life is realizing that not everyone you call a ''friend'' is really one.
Treat someone who left you as if they were dead... Then, for him/her, The love you had will not disappear... The hatred will not arise...
You are the one who obeys the law.. I will marry you, you silent flame.. I will not take off the clothes you have worn...
