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Everybody GOT
what they did, or didn't want
Bran the broken, no iron throne
to rule six kingdoms, all alone

Tyrion once more the hand
Sansa the Queen in northern lands
the wall once more for Jon Snow
I guess that's just, the way things go

The Unsullied back to whence they came
the Dothraki, who can say?
Arya to western shores
Dani to exist, no more

Drogon mourns, of this I'm sure
he may not live, or long endure
last dragon, no friends or family claim
That's GOT to be
the greatest
shame
Kinda anti-climactic IMO, although I'm sure all the dog people who complained about Jon not petting the Dire wolf in parting were happy for the final scenes of this last episode. ;D
rgz 2d
I was looking for something to hold on to
to convince me it would never work
what I found was a litre of *****
twenty-five lines and a crutch
You know,
none of this stuff
is ever gonna hold up
specially when compared
to the weight of your touch

What else did I find?
A **** for life
boundless love
and a bloodstained knife
I didn't feel it cut
before I saw the blood shine
but you'll always make the cut
standing out in my line

Oh, such a line
and that's all it can be
I need to work out
how to keep you from me
I need to work in
a little bit of caprice
I need to make distance
but its tough on my knees
you know cos knees are for running and kneeling and falling to

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vC42MRmiAt0
keneth 4d
it took me winds after winds
to finally stop by this door
fought fiends after fiends
lost the man i adored
no water can rinse
the sins i anchor

just for this love in a bottle
in your dopamine store
welcome to the dopamine store, we have everything you're looking for
Toss and turn in bed like laundry undone
My washing machine mind runs and my
energy dries up
Exhausted from being awake for too long,

I toss and turn to begin another cycle
I rinse the pain away from my body thru
successive stretches
A calisthenic conversation with myself

Lying in my bed of thoughts, each one is
a piece of emotion clothing, unravelled
I detect the fibers of morning breath and
reluctantly tumble out of bed
With a sigh, I walk to the bathroom to
brush my teeth, just another day

This toothpaste bottle is like detergent to
rid of my morning breath
And as I wash my face, I wash away the
morning grumps, which drain to my sink
My reflection greets me as I realize that
my image is an outfit seamed together

Since I look a little better, I don't feel like
the laundry undone when I first woke up



Melody
5/14/19
I woke up earlier than usual today.
You are so fast like meteor.
I even cannot catch you.
But by the way someday,
I finally will get you.
Fọlá Apr 14
Who will sit on the iron throne?
Will anyone outlive the doom to come?
For the winter forewarned,
Has reached our shores.
The threat scantly believed,
Is here to wipe out all that breathes.

The Night King is coming.
A dragon of ice in tow.  
To conquer Westeros,
And all that lay claim to the throne.

The wall will fall.
Innumerable lives will be lost.
Who will endure, to rule it all?
Only the Three-Eyed Raven knows. . .
Smoke Scribe Mar 2015
Part II  of "Got 0 Followers"

aim high
to keep
it low

expectations
such an
Awesome Awful
curse
others infect
you with

don't, yada yada,
ya wanna be like
Tom, **** and Jane,
even Harry, a transgendered
friend and fellow (ha) outcast,
all with a good job
prospects of a
goodly tented long life?

so ya write poems
to nobody
about nothing and
you are pleased
to be pleasing just yourself

in writing you have
nothing to prove,
so read them
like keepsakes
ya like,
keep 'em & me hid,
in the shoebox
under the closeted
pile of ***** clothes,
special designer outfits concocted
so they keep my remains,
privatized and unsanitized,
my equity,
hidden,
disguised as disgusting

but for god-sakes
don't follow me,
unless
you want to curse us
both with
Expectations of Expectations,
then comes with
illiteracy of
Affection

then the literary
pre-tension
that always follows,
leading to

Affectation,
the first derivative of the infection of affection

yeah,
then comes
caring
and it instantly it's too late,
you're *******,
right up the mental heine,
lost condemned
ruined annihilated
crushed subverted
crushed into
mental death camp suffocation of more, please ma,
can I have some more?

******, why did you have to go and follow me?
Smoke Scribe Mar 2015
Got 0 followers, but one tongue, and that's perfectly ok...

cause I got
two eyes
two nostrils
two hands
two ears
two ventricles

they all
follow me

all riders
on the one tongue
that speaks my piece

that finds poetry
on ***** streets
in closed places
and in the
if's of our lives
that makes writing
in one common tongue
so **** desirable
lovers share bodies
and best friends a soul
so that when body and soul
one day have to part
their loving will remain

lovers pour wisdom
over each other
through their hair
and over closed eyes
so they will have
no regrets about
their time spent here

love is the essense
of the soul, and of
all that we see
around us every day
the only thing
that is infinite

look towards the east
where the sun comes
and we gaze upon
the time before our births

gaze upon the western horizon
where the sun leaves
and we see where
we all will perish

the way of love
leads neither to
the east nor the west
but into each other

when i read
all your heart's words
it is all in my chest and
i never hear how
they sound through
your mouth

if you read your
heart's words out loud
i will listen very carefully
and try to hear you...

your body a bending bow
your words and breath arrows
sweetly piercing my heart
tearing the darkness
to tiny shreds
letting my daylight life
be like the night before
Jessica's Song

https://youtu.be/KnJHPp2nUIM
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