The Patient Who Kills Patients He lies like stone still as death breath shallow, slow a final breath No fever burns no pain to show
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Killer Doctor on Call He knocks just once then lets himself in old brown case and a knowing grin No uniform no name in gold
The Nurse Who Kills You As You Sleep She doesn’t knock she’s already in feet like whispers and air-thin skin No badge, no belt
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
In the velvet hush of tangerine light, thoughts creep like mycelium, trendrilling through synapses, until fingertips tingle,
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Poets
I seek to understand Tenuous reality at hand Break open my skull and lick Gray matter Blood splatter Like a toxic toad trip
By Amos Glade6 months ago in Poets
Carmen San Diego just landed in Scotland, and oh those bagpipes. Scottish dialect is one to be remembered for the conversations that one may have are
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Poets
Where's Carmen San Diego now? You guess it Spain. A country right below France crossing a mountain range. Spanish speaking
Where in the World is Carmen Diego? Who remembers that game? French is the way to speak and realize the true meaning of being
Slip past the gate while stars still gleam, Before the world can start to scream. Take nothing loud, not voice nor name, Leave not a flicker, spark, or flame.
By Muhammad Rahim 6 months ago in Poets
Do You Think We’re Alone Do you think we’re alone in this black sea this turning space that swallows time where stars are born then disappear
The Bowthorpe Oak It stood when kings were boys in cloaks and roads were tracks through fields and smoke before the stone was set in towns
