Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Shamas Hereth Sep 2014
Never* judge a book by its cover,
but *always
a man by his penmanship.
Love Aug 2014
"Trust in The Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding"*

I consider myself a rational person
And as the label mentions
A rational person
Rationalizes.
I tend to get confused
The state of mind over matter
And question existence
And panic.
Thoughts invade
Conquer
And rule
My every member.
But within my panic
I stop
And pick up a book
And turn to
Proverbs
3:5
And like that
My mind rationalizes
Safeness
In my saviors arms.
Tryst Jul 2014
An apple a day keeps the Doctor away,
Especially if you aim at his head;

All is well that ends well,
Unless you are Johnny Flynn's cat;

Curiosity killed the cat?
Johnny Flynn receives a full pardon!

Always let sleeping dogs lie,
Wherever they like on the bed;

Dead men tell no tales,
But they are prone to lie;

Never look a gift horse in the mouth,
But do remember to count it's legs;

Never trust a Greek bearing gifts,
Unless it's a suspiciously large wooden horse (see previous rule);

Laughter is the best medicine,
Unless you have antibiotics;

Always look before you leap,
If you want to hit the right piano keys;

The apple never falls far from the tree,
Unless the tree overhangs a canyon;

The pen is mightier than the sword,
Unless you are in a sword fight;
Esteban D Pitre Apr 2014
A lovely woman comes suddenly in sight;
Her lively eyes, full and black, cheeks
Brown and bright like the day; a tunic of red,
And a pure countenance that made him obey.
She speaks in gentle tones, in words like sweet honey,
From a mouth smoother than oil.

She sat down next to him, legs stretched out in sight,
Eyes agape to the wall opposite of them.
She pretends not to notice the man.
She orders a drink, “Jack and Coke, Double-Tall please.”

Amazed by her beauty, “What is your name?” He asks.
“Where have you come from?”

Like smooth butter, she speaks, “Lie with me,
And you will know the secrets of my heart.”
With soft enticing speech, her words became like
Drawn swords.
She made him forget his loneliness.
With Pleasures only to let borrow, he forgets
His sadness, his sorrow.

Her lips were full, soft and wet,
Pressed against the man, sparking
Wicked thoughts as they went.
Deeper it gets, stroking
The man’s fire, lighting him up,
With much intense desire.

She was a lion hidden in tall grass,
Ready and waiting.

Like a moth to a flame,
He did not know that she would cost him his life.
From Proverbs 7

— The End —