#aliteration
chrunchy munchy penutbutter.
creamy candy cats complement.
can he candy the crunchy penutbuter.
cup of cruchy penutbeter.
cost 3 dollars. count them please.
crunchy munchy penutbuter.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
Pickpocketed
each pocket has a purpose
church bells shatter through the surface
the worthless circus sunday service
a procession past the pickled mirthless
dispersions of persons pass pews
hoping He accepts the time served, in lieu
and thus this pocket is purposed for you
At the masqurade parade all day
That preys on insecurity
youre sure to see a bargain,
sharking, armed with curiosity
but the cost is often hidden, lost
in a forest of desire, in a silk lined pocket
and this is where they keep your wallet
search for solace in a sound structure
then ruptured synapses, flayed fluster
rebuild it all, regard life's lustre
meander melancholy with what you can muster
place them in a pocket, each respective,
one for your lessons and one for perspective
as the pickpocket of fear plays with the reasoning detective
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 8:28 AM UTC
2007
Look. ( for those with eyes to see)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Look alive this day could be your last.
Look not a gift horse in the mouth.
Look not blue if happy times are past
Look through rosy glasses if in doubt.
Look in back,you’ll turn to pillared salt
Look one direction n paddle other way.
Look daggers at the man who is at fault
Look for that needle in a stack of hay.
Look,behold your words. Speak your mind
TODAY.
Written by Philip
Posted 30/10/2018.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
A sickening silence slithered into a starry soul
Sending shame slinking into sight
Switching starry souls
Who once shined bright
Into sorry souls who weep at night
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
i was a saint
and you were a sinner
a sinner providing temptation
for an innocent saint
tempted by your promised gifts and glory
i feel under your spell
and soon after
the saint became a sinner, too
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
The whole wideworld is very wide,
to contain my can and your container.
So why fighting with frown face?
over nothing about no one at nowhere.
Let no great greed grind your heart,
to make illegal money on monkeys.
Collect no naughty nut from Nathan in the north
and sell no shell that belong to Samuel who sails at south.
Mind only the business that bears your beard.
So live and let us live
Gush! if your goodness got finished call on God,
instead of eating easter eggs that is own by Emma.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC