I don’t know if it’s just the bitter cold or the failure of the liquor to warm my soul, but there’s frostbite on my lungs and an emptiness deep inside me. “The future is bright” oh what a lie, spending every night with my only company; the sky, the stars lose the fight and even fade when the sun rises high, and it does so spitefully.
I’ve got unlimited time, claiming invincibility as a crime. I’ve got an endless list in rhyme, but I have no conclusion.
Tell me Scout, is this a joke you were planning? Boo Radley’s tree is not for hanging. Gritted teeth and fists are banging.
I’ve got unlimited time, but no energy left for the climb. I’ve got never ending points to chime, but it’s all an illusion.
Tell me Scout, is this a joke I’m not understanding? Boo Radley’s tree is not for hanging. Dodging punches and slurs they’ve all been slanging.
I evaluated the situation up and down, left and right, and I still don’t think it’s accurate of that night, ‘cause the level was too hard when I meant to choose beginner. I tried to hold your interest with all my might, but I noticed your eyes drastically dim in light, the screen flashed “game over” before we were even done dinner.
Mocking bird do not go to the grinning sun and tell him my secret
I guess this haiku is about someone with a secret, another person who's a snitch, and a person who's a leader that doesn't take kindly to deep secrets and makes those lower than him go against each other
Have you ever just seen the normal things? I mean really see them
Like the intricately woven fingers of a Conifer leaf The riveting shades of green that changes like the colour of the ocean The light green spills over the dark, in a wild but beautiful contrast
Like the smokey rust of an autumn orange leaf Falling ambivalently Where the wind blows Like the crisp ruby of a freshly picked raspberry The deep, angry knots locked in wood Or the spiralling beanstalk, climbing and reaching
The plume of colour from a flower Pebbles lapping against a woven patio
Take some time to really see something, for the first time.
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view … until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”- Harper Lee, Atticus Finch
The head fuckery of societies rules. The indoctrination in our schools has led to the homeless on our streets while politicians count their seats. The privileged few, too rich to mention fail to reveal their true intention.
The NHS setup to break by psychopaths all on the take. Big business stripped of all its gold, no pension funds left for the old. Big pharma, they don't miss a trick, they're making you & I feel sick. They push the pills that ring the tills even though they know it kills.
With the best advice and greatest will our kids are on **** & fentanyl. While we're divided black & white, we'd never stand up to their might So take your neighbour, hold their hand and together we'll reclaim our land.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Utopia is a planet with no borders & free movement of a free people.
Ugh, how can one person be so enjoyable? When I’m with you my jaw legitimately hurts because of how frequently and how hard you make me laugh You’re one of the funniest people I have had the pleasure of spending time with You allow me to be myself and you let me make fun of you and you don’t think I’m a ***** If that’s not compatibility, then I don’t know what is You understand self-deprecating humor and you understand the words I use and you laugh at the same things I laugh at You know…I don’t like old movies I hate black and white movies, I think they’re stupid and pointless and so boring and they lack color, what the **** is that ****? But I want to watch them with you I hated To **** a Mockingbird, hated it It’s one of your favorite old pieces of literature and you can quote Boo Radley, and I may hate the novel but the fact that you respect such a highly acclaimed work of literature makes me respect you I would watch that **** movie with you 100 times just to make you smile You’re really something great