When I think of you being gone I don’t think of grief and sadness I get a sense of relief and gladness To be free from you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
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
It ends with us He was like the crack of dawn, Beautiful to see and very serenely drawn, His starry eyes hid pain that the world could not fathom
By Hridya Sharma2 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
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
Cry, cry, cry Little dove Your wings are pierced No one left to love Little dove Be angry, be mad No one left to love
By Sylvia Rogers2 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
