Time never used to roar
It always seemed to snore
Tick-tock… tick-tock… went the ol’ grandfather clock
Just like an antilope
Now no more and because of that I no longer cope
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Recent Poems
- Hahahahaha hilarious
- Gathered Gatherings.
- Pending Arms Awaiting Their TwIsT Of dEmoNic fAtE. If a Picture Paints… Then These People Are Pockmarked In Words Of Utter Distaste
- “Brand-New And Improvised ByDecember, Please.”
- Punchdrunk Masterpieces. “Distant And DiSheVellED, PlEasE(!)”
- The Haunted Clock Tick-Tock(!!!)
- Socially Speaking— They’ve Interpreted Everything
- Getting a move on
- standing still while they exorcise their tired minds
- Silent Rain: In A Fitting Instance Of Upside-Down Bliss.
- They’re Bewilderingly Beautiful In Pink, Actually.
- – What They Did Do Is They Parcel-Wrapped Themselves In Cellophane Survival.
- When The World Went bAnAnAs aGAiN
- They Actually Did This With Their Shoelaces Untied.
- 😊
- Goodrich Society’s Greatest Ballet Feet
- Puppeteered by Creation & Opened to Interpretation.
- Tired and scared
- Evergreen Adolescent.
- “She Says It ALL With The Sharpest Intake Of Breath..”
- This Gun Is Filled With Enough Idiosyncratic Bullets To Set The World Alight.
- smile? i try all the time. I seem to have been tasked with the near-impossible, but fuckit, I’m ALL in.
- The bRoKeN PoRtRaIT. It Actually Glows…
- 🤷♂️ I’ve Done EVERYTHING With This Thing. Except.. to get better
- “They’ve Been Flying Kites Inside Of Their Minds Again. And It Feels… … Kinda Fantastic, Actually!”
- Smiling like an, ahem… madman 😉
- 😊
- Acting Ironic On Purpose.
- (INTERRUPTING AND) Interpreting The Uninterpretable. Smiling For The Sake Of It.
- “They’ve done it ALL now, Actually.”
- Bursting At The Seams, He Sealed It With A KissCalledcReAtiOn.
- It Was Always Alright, Just That They Set The Universal Thirst Tantamount Alight
- Mystery of the Voiceless Lodgers With—IN.
- “Even If, Their Breaths Have Been Bed-Ridden, Too.”
- -by the OrDeR Of ThE DiSorDerlY PeoplE. What We Do Is: “We Sit With Silence One-Of-A-KIND”
- Attempting to See the TRUE Beauty in the Disorderly
- Since the Age of Forever.
- Smiling and CreAtiNg
- -if they saw TheInsides Of Her BeautifulMindThey Might JUSTBuildIT ABRAND neWEmpire.
- Painting The Apostrophes Inside Of Her Laugh-Out-Loud Mind Somehow.
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