Sitting on the edge
Angel water fountain flow
A sweet wish per coin
Been a while since I did a simple haiku!
Got more poems on the way! Got something really special planned too! ^-^
Lyn xxx
They think that they know
Me but we're barely scratching
The surface still trying to find a
Purpose in this cold and uncertain
World some days are better than
Others with less and less people
To relate to as the days roll on it's
Not like it used to be years ago
Now I just feel lost disconnected
And nothing feels right anymore..
Since I have nobody to express my feelings with I decided 3 years ago to put my emotions into writing and it's blossomed into something beautiful I will most likely write all the way until the day I die
I'd never be rich
when it comes to money but
I'm so rich in love


<3<3<3
:-)) love my family , my every meaning of being here on earth xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Inspired :)
Bring it on
shoot me down
use your words and prose

A bigger fool
coming round
I'll be the one to close

Lets battle it out
in fives and tens
who would win, suppose?

Your foul mouth
and vile words
looking down, your nose

Nothing wrong
opinion wise
to voice what you may feel

But know this
twits and fools
there won't be an appeal
I don't care if you agree, disagree, or just are a perverse useless idiot.
You know who you are.
Bring it on, my words talk for me, and I think, I'm pretty good at it :D~
or better yet, better at it, than you!
stars on her fingernails
the sun in her smile
she bathed in the milky way
singing to the stars
she is part of the galaxy
and only the stars know why
felt inspired by star fingernail polish that had sat in my desk for eight months :)
  5h Lyn-Purcell
Omni
Yeah, it’s somethin’, ain’t it?
…That liquid courage voodoo.
Blunt instrument, ain’t it?
…Rather be burgundy than blue.

Burgundy & blue,
burgundy & blue,
I’d rather be burgundy,
than burgundy & blue.

Yeah, it’s somethin’, ain’t it?
…That liquid courage voodoo.
Blunt instrument, ain’t it?
…Rather be blunted than lucidly abused.

Burgundy & blue,
burgundy & blue,
I’d rather be burgundy,
than burgundy & blue.

Yeah, it’s somethin’, ain’t it?
…The black and blue of the soul.
Blunt instrument, ain’t it?
…The hidden trauma under the stole.

Burgundy & blue,
burgundy & blue,
I’d rather be burgundy,
than burgundy & blue.

Yeah, it’s somethin’, ain’t-ain’t it?
…This blah-blah-blackening and bluing of my soul.
Blunt instrument, your words, ain’t-ain’t-ain’t it?
…I ra-ra-rather be blunted than out of control.



Omni
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Bluesy poem/song without a tune.
Listen to “Dazed and Confused” by Led Zeppelin while reading this Blues poem.
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