Shadows - Poem for Shadowshimmer
#4 of free poetry for others this was a poem written for shadowshimmer based on his request on this journal: http://www.sofurry.com/view/390983 his request was: "can you write a poem about shadows. freestyle is fine." ask, and you shall receive.
Pingas Burrito - Poem for Solarian
#2 of free poetry for others this was a poem written for solarian based on his request on this journal: http://www.sofurry.com/view/390983 his request was: "pingas burrito ching chong potato!" you get what you asked for.
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Torn, tied, captive I rest here with closed eyes For I dare not look to the future As I am afraid I'll lead a lonesome lie A silent misery tears and scratches my soul I am bound by myself and others However, this misery is mine alone Hidden by...
Free Raffle May 2019
I watched the sunset fall behind the skyline of the city. It was all I could do to keep a lump out of my throat as I shut the door and threw the bolt. I was going against my boss's wishes, and I knew it, there was no going back. Behind me I can hear...
My Shining Light
You were the light shining bright in the night sky, Leading me home where I belonged. But I started to go blind. I got scared and the more I fought the dark away, The less I could see you. Now I sit here, cold and surrounded by fear. I still...
You
When you are sad, and you feel you can't go on. Tears well in your eyes and the pain is so strong. So far from your friends, and you're all on your own. No-one to run to, So very alone. When all seems so useless, and...
All within the folds of a Rose
Beauty that lies underneath, Only seen by those exploring, The lovliness outside only hides the brilliance within. Smells tantilizing the senses, Only experienced by those trying, The pleasant essence only shadows the heaven within. Touch...
Fight
I exhale into the darkness Shadows blanket me in A cold, silent anger. "When does your hope die?" Confused, I exhale once more The shadows tighten their grip Their anger growing colder "Do you still have faith?" Once more, I breathe unto...
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Him and I. We are. Waves of pure boredom flooded your brain while _little streams of semen_ made you flinch and want to quit looking around for lifes purpose in the crook of her neck. and you sigh, and cough from your tobaccan mouth and we both feel...
The Tree
I wrote this poem some years ago when I always visited this only tree out in the middle of a corn field. The farmer didn't chop it down in any manner, even though it was already dead. I always sat under it when the crops were gone, near my birthday. I...
December's Hope
Blue and gray dust-like particles descends upon the hopeful town below, free from heroin deals and welfare checks.
The Essence of Truest Friendship
Who said that words defined the boundaries That demarcated the stages of friendship? That you're not a good friend Until it is said so? Yet, a friendship Of which stage it is in is not said Can become close No matter how rhetorical the...