Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
you invite the cut, you know you do bloodlet come dust off those bad humors that have already won one incision on the inside of inner-thigh, nicely neatly: remedies indecision for a wee bit doesn't it? confirm that silly string and pipe cleaners aren't reeeally your insides lifely! lifely! qualifies your moves in this thing this ****** sadwhirenoughenough you jus Buddha the hurt afterward but emptiness of being always keeps a few of your you's and me's around ricocheting off far unkempt corners like me, the pigeon and you, the squirrel ... look, they've already won, my love; no, they -always- have already won so, plz, don't k? jus don't don't assemble upright-me as your night-n-shiny handle don't fix me la-la opposite his hard gleam his trite inky blah bodkin Brahmin to my Bodhisattva i can't, won't do it anymore, my core torpid Luke Skywalker warm
0
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
foil
you invite the cut, you know you do bloodlet come dust off those bad humors that have already won one incision on the inside of inner-thigh, nicely neatly: remedies indecision for a wee bit doesn't it? confirm that silly string and pipe cleaners aren't reeeally your insides lifely! lifely! qualifies your moves in this thing this ****** sadwhirenoughenough you jus Buddha the hurt afterward but emptiness of being always keeps a few of your you's and me's around ricocheting off far unkempt corners like me, the pigeon and you, the squirrel ... look, they've already won, my love; no, they -always- have already won so, plz, don't k? jus don't don't assemble upright-me as your night-n-shiny handle don't fix me la-la opposite his hard gleam his trite inky blah bodkin Brahmin to my Bodhisattva i can't, won't do it anymore, my core torpid Luke Skywalker warm
mike-dm
Written by
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem