My best friend the cat, I named him Meow, A soul friend, With a lot of energy, He comes to say Have A Good Day, Morning? And keeps me company,
By Tambourine Man6 months ago in Poets
Saw a racoon, This morning it scared, Me to witness it, Very cool, though, it was, Huge, and brown, and white, Covered in battle scars,
A dusty halo that I burned a long time ago, I miss her, she was a huge part of my life, Messages under the blasted sun, Betwixt my foreign enemies,
Where is the one, I am, Searching for, she is, Down the street in my, Soul, not at least a metaphor, Something that i have found,
We follow the platform, Of our lives, tripping over, Ego and bandages, developing, Unique scars, leading to the, Stars of a nightmare, we,
It's hard to believe, What a cut of the hair, Can do to a woman, and, To your self-esteem, It's an amazing feeling, To share with the one,
Turns out the shadow was real, Containing something we could not find, It went through the field, Of time as it devoured more,
Let us play with the sand, On the beach, crawling, Through the mud of a, Beautiful sight and sound, Of the waves turning,
Lust is a nice thing to feel, Be careful though, it tends, To spread, into something, You might desire, too, much, You do not want it to fade,
My thoughts are jagged, Not making sense in this, Mathematics, that i see, In hell, not sure about, The heaven remix, it is a,
By Tambourine Man7 months ago in Poets
Respect is something that is deserved, Not taken for granted, Let us everybody take, Theft for granted, why not?, Everyone in this world,
A turn of a new year, Is often odd, as people, Try to change, but cannot, Cutting a chord, from, Last years' agony, hoping,
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