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The Shaped Crusader
Robin branched out fighting crime on his own Now I’m lonely and eat lots of sweets Throughout my depression my stature has grown
By Earl W. Pearlabout a year ago in Poets
The Silent Struggle
Oh no, here it comes… That slow, creeping pressure, like a balloon inflating inside me, but not the kind you bring to a party.
By Wolf Lancasterabout a year ago in Poets
Purr purr purrr
Zzzz zzzzz zzzzz Yawn, yawn streeetttcccchhhhh okay, I’m up Mom, mom, mom, mom,mom,mom momomomomomom…..oh shit. LOOKOUT!
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Cheers to the End of the World
Well, this is awkward. One minute I’m sipping tea, thinking about laundry, the next, boom—instant apocalypse. There goes my weekend plans,
By Wolf Lancasterabout a year ago in Poets
Procrastination
Procrastination Is a big distraction It's very little action Barely any reaction A lack of dedication Perhaps some reservation
By Sarah Loydabout a year ago in Poets
"It's you, Hi, You're the Problem!"
When Musk found out that Taylor Swift endorsed Kamala Harris, he sent out this cringy ridiculous twit that is funny only in his own mind:
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Poets
Shakespeare Was a Eunuch
Shakespeare was a secret Eunuch with no balls to speak of as such I read it once in a journal entry by a noble of the fallen gentry
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
I was so full of love that I could barely eat
Adorned by the atrocity, bemoaned by the call In the dire stance of existence, the elusiveness of stillness in its mirth had its stall.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Sour Milk
Self-serving bullshit flourished with little curlicues to incite a moment- a feeling-a yearning that’s always used as a muse,
By Angelica Salinasabout a year ago in Poets
My To Do List
Last week I made up my mind to start me a notion So, I plotted and schemed putting a plan into motion Jotted down some ideas, things that really needed doing
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Intrusive Thoughts
The highest form of stream of consciousness poetry is Pickles Sweet sour dill pickles Pickle spears with burgers and cheese and onions
By Ian Readabout a year ago in Poets
A Stream of my Consciousness
“Shimmy shimmy shimmy shimmy, one, two, one two and shimmy shimmy shimmy shimmy.” Ha, my coin belt is making the most satisfying sounds. Chica chica, chica, chica. Right, eyes follow hands; it’s sexier. Hands wide and twirl shimmy, hand up and shimmy shimmy down.
By A Lady with a Penabout a year ago in Poets