Here I sit Working as hard as I can Parts squeaking and grinding Everything overheating Everyday they use me Abuse me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
As I climbed inside of you You I thought I became harmless I took up arms Against all that would do me harm I fought every battle I could
Perfectionist, the title given, To the pretense of a distinct man. What, why or who could he be? Questions he asked himself in the dead of dark.
By Damian2 years ago in Poets
Beneath the moon's enchanting glow, A whimsical tale continues to grow. Stars twinkle like stories unfold, In the universe's vast, celestial hold.
By J.Balakrishnan2 years ago in Poets
Acorns abound on the ground Baking bread makes a wondrous sound Cooling cookies crackle and pop as we Drop more doughnuts in oil
We bow before the very holy eyes, Of the goddess residing in the skies. We worship the girls as the deities of righteousness,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Sitting here Pondering life All it’s struggle and strife Wondering if any of it is worthwhile Wandering through this wilderness
I see you for what you are The magic you hide from the world A magic that only those pure of heart can see You try to hide it
Self promotion is the worst It’s rowing against the ocean Not just one tide Fighting every fish It’s a free for all
Numbers trickling down pages A song of sages Machine elves dancing through our minds Yet, there is nothing to find An enigma lost to time
I often sit and ponder What’s in a dollar Not what is it made of But what it makes for us Often it’s very little And it’s only getting smaller
She’s my happy little tree Blossoming into her personality I get down to play with her I’m her horse crawling on my hands and knees
