#lizards
I just caught a little lizard,
Scuttling around my bedroom.
It made me gasp, and catch my breath before I could scoot forward.
When I first noticed it, I let it go because I didn't have any ‘pets’ and it wasn't harming me p)
But when I saw it twice, action spurred me.
So hunting I went, spying also for mice,
Caught it and took it out to the garden to set free,
And free me, from the outside jungle invading my space!
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 6:39 PM UTC
A lizard and a tatt!
imagine that…
his lover left before she came
gone on a whim
leaving him
with a tattoo of her name
now full of regret
but soon will forget
when his words finally come true
his promise of change
never too late to arrange
a shed of skin and off with the tattoo
Feb 2, 2022
Feb 2, 2022 at 12:40 AM UTC
In the forest late one summer day,
between the trees and prams,
a sweet girl whistled a small tune
that made the rabbits dance.
They danced and hopped and frinked about
and it was all quite nice
until the Wankerschmacken came
and brought a plague of Braifs.
The Braifs, they danced and frinked as well
and grew and grew in size
until they grew to twelve feet tall
much to the girl’s surprise.
The Wankerschmacken watched with glee,
with joyous hate and hunger,
the rabbits, the girl, they were confused
as they stared down the Schmacken’s flanger.
The flanger was his mouth, of course,
filled with teeth like daggers,
and the beast lunged after the poor girl
who through the forest yaggered.
She yaggered and ran and over a root
she suddenly fell and cried;
The Wankerschmacken took his chance
and this is how she died:
The monster opened its flanger large,
its throat was charcoal black;
A blue tongue stretched and grabbed the girl
and hurled her into its depths.
She fell for an eternity,
she seemed to fall for years;
And in its stomach she cried and cried
and drowned in her own tears.
A century has come and gone
since this cold-blooded ****
but if you put your ear to the woods
you can hear the Schmacken still.
It snores and roars deep in its sleep;
Can you smell its rotten breath?
but once you do it is too late –
You will die a vicious death.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 11:14 AM UTC
when I show him to you, your forehead
is enveloped in creases —
“he has to go,
he probably carries diseases.”
“But don't you like this guy?”
“I mean, he seems kind of useless,
and how will you feed him,
he looks kind of toothless.”
(this is when I knew
not to associate with you,
'cus you were absolutely
goddamnfuckingclueless.)
“Really…?” I ****
to which you only nod.
I shrug: “Well, to me,
he’s a little green God.”
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
The lizards are out.
They crawl among us again,
Bringing about an end to a season.
Winter has passed.
A cold shiver now
Turns into an uncomfortable sweat.
Our armor becomes lesser.
Our days become longer.
The sun pierces our skin,
The cold no longer protects us.
People show more skin.
The time of temptation.
Christmas becomes St. Marys feast.
The fan replaces the christmas tree.
It is now not a time to gather,
But a time to go out in the sun.
Getting drunk by the beach,
Enjoying sweet waves on your feet.
Sand crawling on your hands.
A slight breeze in your hair.
Summer is here.
Winter is dead.
The heat prevails.
The cold descends.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 5:03 AM UTC
If the lizards tail
Is to ever be cut off
It always grows back
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 3:19 AM UTC
we keep them in cages
we want all of our friends to see
so we put them on stages
they should be out there running free
my friend on the table
won't stop scratching at the glass
I've chosen to disable
this animal's natural path
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
*Each time bigots shine
Crass losers winning at cards
Donald Trump shows hand*
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
The lizards crawl
on the walls,
and the crow caws,
like the cow
that bows
to the crowed
the queen being crowned
cry’s out
to the plight
and the fight
for the knight
continues on
till the break of dawn
don’t stop,
don’t ponder,
continue to wander
through the fields
nothing yields
the words that you feel
so carry on
till the break of dawn.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC