I write in thieves argot
I'm far gone......too deep to resurface
not worth it, go further
into my mind, i'm blind to the time
Life is fleeting, and i am bleeding
needing to get by
while i get high......
Passing the day,
in a way, that keeps me dragging too slow
with no where to go
stuck in the muck, without any luck
pain struck while i fuck myself
into the ground,
with no sound to wake me
I ramble on, gambling on
send in spies to cut ties
with my past, the memories last
carve my name in your heart
we fell apart.............
here gone forgotten
Volcanic destruction. 2 words
A volcano destroys the citadel. 5 words
A tiny volcano destroy the movie-set citadel look-alike 10 words
A paper machet volcano spurts water and melts the miniature ice-city for a home movie 15 words
Did i amplify or detract?
And say the same things.
We write shitty poetry
And love shiny rings.
We have the same thoughts
The same voices,
And it is almost like
We're not one but two of a kind.
When I was five,
You taught me how to ride a bike.
You guard our ever wondrous hive
And I’m proud that we look alike.
When I was thirteen,
You told me not to fall for boys.
“Don’t worry, dad” I said.
But then I fell for a broken toy.
Now, I’m seventeen,
“You’re almost grown up, bud.” I heard.
But in my mind I always say,
“Dad, I’ll always be your little girl.”
Anything that glitters like gold
need not be very precious or valuable;
Many valueless things look alike!
"All that glitters are not gold!". Outward appearance cannot be greatly misleading. Gold is a very valuable metal. It has an attractive glittering appearance too. But it does not mean that everything which glitters like gold are precious. BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
One by one they fall,
Like the dominos in the hall.
It covers everything,
Like a blanket on a bed.
It’s as cold as a freezer,
But as warm as a blanket.
They never look alike,
But they always freeze the same.
It makes the world sparkle,
Like a disco ball.
It makes the ugliest thing known to mankind,
Look like the Mona Lisa.
So if it is so beautiful,
Why do people love to hate this thing called SNOW?
Like this, not like that.
You're too soon and my too soon sort of look alike,
especially when you tilt your head at 45 degrees to the left.
Only roads traveled are truly seen,
but I didn't get my yellow fever shot.
There is something different, in your eye.
These are the things I protect my heart from.
The fear, the pain and hurt of loving wrong.
The crow and the cuckoo look alike
Even the cuckoos are hatched by the crow
But they sing a different song
They can not live along
salt and camphor look the same
But their tastes are different
Salt is meant for adding taste to pudding
Camphor is meant for a god's worshipping
We can’t decide anything by its looks
Nor can we judge a human by the sweet talks
We should observe how he walks
In trying conditions the way she acts