Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Paul Hardwick Apr 2017
Hit me in the face
who supposed
we are to vote
just to shut the ******* up
lab lib dem those
makes you think
there is more to this
should have kiss her feat
but Maggies did not taste nice
so not going there
MaY
MayBe
MORE.
Love you all P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2017
Kim Jun wigly ****
getting the bomb
by the way bad hair cut
and the of cut of your trowsers
Things Like this
you can not have
The BomB.

Please be careful
for America is stessTed
do not less them press the button
sorry my PC world
tells me me
Not supposed to say
nothing all good hear
Kim come on
get a grip
the word is never
for this will end all.
Regards P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2017
I will be never there
and never before be for.
LoVe' P@ul.
  Apr 2017 Paul Hardwick
Gidgette
I drown in the careless glow of the moon
He bares me an eternal wink
And I sink
in the forever fading,
blue velvet sky
Grasping for the faintest hope of
Reality
The sins I cling to,
make the stars gasp
My face burried in White skirts
As I have the strange tendency
to wear white chiffon
To funerals
Paul Hardwick Apr 2017
Thought
what if!

I was not me but you
discribe how would I feel

loose two ***** over night

How the **** was that my fault
Look me in the eyes
and tell me so
bain loss
you are old
and who cares anyway

Do you like lemons?
what
litmus test
Pink Or Blue
This is me being me.

Lemon sent
happy holiday
Just
P@ul's
surreal dreams.

Back in the Room.
Loveish ME
Paul Hardwick Apr 2017
You might ask
Who the **** are you?
No comment
but who are you
have you ever thought
did I try to take your soul
No No No
so thats makes me closer to god
who ever God is.

Dreams your dreams
as Alice falls
into other world
And did what she did
melting souls of others
Finding rabbets
hold none of these
for they get into your soul
Lick my lips again.
LOve P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2017
I know you will ask?
me
Who the hell is this?
Carn't tell you
but I will tell you this
to be judged by the cover
of his book's
anyway Herbert awoke oneday
sniffed a line
got up
only to find
Assadday was on it's way
chemicals had been used
they did another line
press a few buttons
and the missiles
went there way
The base of this
poem
explodes into view

Now I am not saying
Herbert was bad
he did as other people thought
maybe the right way
or wrong
but that was done this day

Mr Herbert Dump
slepted well that night.

Love. ***.
P@ul.
Love YOu More.
Next page