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Wet your whistle Wednesday is worthy of a mention, It's all downhill to the weekend and so it's my intention To raise a glass to Wednesday and merrily send it off While I refill my glass of Pinot,...
My pen is my sword The chapter my fight All I have to do to win Is put down my words and write. Word by word Blow by blow Writing everything I know.
My life feels calm and peaceful - its lush. Maybe I'll write something on that. I'm busy on another project I don't think I'll be posting much.
I thought this place was fun?!.
I just found this poem on my computer for a writing thing I did in English last year. (Sixth grade) haha ------------- My meatloaf is monstrous, The gravy is gooey.
Lay me down in shallow ground Let the Earth swallow my soul Let these lights be what I found Let everything I leave stay whole.
I wish I was engaged to Opuss, We'd get on without a fuss. No domestic issues, Then Opuss, I'd never miss you. We care for each other dearly, And so I ask sincerely: Can I marry this paw print app.
I have this friend, She's obsessed with Opuss, No matter what I do, It's her one main focus. She lives in story, In poems and all, It is like this great, almighty wall.
What a bloody day. All for little pay Temperature's dropped But rain has stopped Wish it would go away At least now I can write All day and maybe all night.
The stars shall shine by moon and day. Forever eclipsed by you , I pray. In a never ending tale, I belong to thee. Casting aside all of our history. The sun rains down from high above.
Strange enough contains swearing. Not for little eyes. Fuck you. It's easy to say. Fuck you. Saying it won't make them pay. Fuck off. Won't get you back in the hunt. Fuck off.
Eyes can talk. Through eye contact. Some can make you smile. Some can make you stare back in a while. Some can make you wonder why. But others can make you try. Try to make eye contact again.
I can't provide you satays, Or even a spring roll. I can write you a poem, It's food for the soul.
Yesterday was Monday. We called it Funday. But I hate Tuesday. So I call it Bluesday. Weathermen warn. It'll rain all morn. Machines are bust. So I've had to de-rust. Thing I like most.
I really can't abide Those that run and hide After beating a defenceless grandmother Without the thought or care for another What was the point of your crime.
Yesterday, I was the mist of the waterfall. Tomorrow I will be a raindrop. Racing toward my destiny. But today. I am the cloud. Floating amidst the mountain peaks. The hangman’s noose is empty.
If I wrote a book it would be about you And how everything you tried to save just fell through.
I thought by now you'd have 'Got your mojo back' But today I hear from a mutual friend that You claim your tears have still not dried and your heart has yet to mend..
A little poem for you. For you're feeling blue. You won't want my chatter. Coz I can REALLY natter. It's been a funny old day. Being silly in a way. I don't want you out on your own.
We are the quieter few, Who's passion for writing is strong and true. @lucandsurprise, @tattyteddy, the numbers grew, @mpallister24 and @epallister20 too.
Some of the things we call each other. Brilliant. Resilient. Sexy. Smart. Crazy. God. Lover. Clover. Lucky. Weird. Clever. Flower. Geeky. Cheeky. Magnificent. Benevolent. Soulmate. Lovebird. Sunshine.
'igneous' and an 'oxymoron'. What planet do you think you are stood upon. Do you know the definitions of the words you type. Or do you think extra syllables increase the hype.
Summer is a time when the sun tends to shine,. But right now I ought to rethink this quote of mine,. When the rain is chucking it down,. It only makes me frown ,. However long will I wait,.
Adonta ta melê Beneath the treetops calling Echo, Echo through your cave Pan or Zeus: your lovers cruel Black on blue A steak disclaimer Back and backward to the blade Papa's failing, Mother's...