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
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
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
Lithe movements Svelte frame Willowy build Sylphlike features Gracile dancer ******** Her lithe-like movements On her svelte frame
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
I published three stories on Friday 5th January 2024, one has been published, and two remain. I thought this might show if new pieces are given priority
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
In moon's soft glow, where shadows play, Lies the grave where sorrow stays. A woman rests, her heart now bound, In earth's embrace, her love unfound.
By ThePenArtiste2 years ago in Poets
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
In my dreams, I lay here in my bed, in my room. I listen to music. I watch TV in my room, the movies, the candles, the sage,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 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
Love is fully stacked Like a babushka doll set Each holding a bit ******* Babushka dolls are Holding the love They have
Listen to the strange harmonica Of this world’s phenomena Feel the shattering feeling of unease As The Scattering tingles all around you
No one listens They just talk That’s why I like my black box They only listen for something to use To abuse you with That’s why I like my black box
Nostradamus is nauseating I wish I was just hating But the closest to this gnosis Is something between hypnosis and psychosis
