#ping
if the reason
for existence
is no longer
a thing
then what?
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 10:23 AM UTC
look at the graph, he said,
this line that makes a hill
is the echo from your heart.
who sent the first ping?
a beat, a rhythm I can't decode?
Next time, listen to your heart carefully.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC
We spoke, each raising voices,
as verbal ping pong game
continued.
I sitting on an invisible
Goddess throne,
believing I was justified.
And he, thinking
with limited perspective
that he could dishonor me.
We spoke continuously,
each trying to control discussion
UNTIL, I took a breath and realized
quiet was best solution.
Till I realized,
that it was better to walk away
and tend to my life
leaving scribbling to the squirrels.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
(a quid pro quo plug for zaftig women)
women that tip weigh ling needle to spin vicious circle
akin to puppy chasing her/his tail
or require digital scale,
at the extreme alt right registering heavy
ba Jill 'en Jack knifed pail loads
whether young or old ought to be appreciated
not waifer thin self starved as a rail,
instead they suffer unfair injustice
like a trapped quivering quail
thus this fatalistic, generic,
and holistic landlubber
wanted to point head lee
hammer home one secure
heterosexual ******* stronger than
omnipotent Marcy's Playground
weather beaten pail
Trent Reznor's sixty 9 inch rust free steel nail
into the coffin of bias
against bevy of beautiful babes
within the mind of this male,
who inherited genetic predisposition
for being average, hearty and hale
yet feel compassion for those engaged
in an ongoing with battle of the bulge,
hmm... perhaps hiding ample *****
akin to milky sopping wet grail
or accepted unequivocally themselves
without envy of lithesome women,
who seem to possess flair with nary a flail
yet possess much love to avail,
and tis wise to love oneself unconditionally
despite premium aesthetics considered svelte
which mass media accentuates de facto spelt
definition of femininity aka runway models
donned in faux animal pelt
whose deliberate self exhibition
prompts madding crowd of man
to waggle tongue with slack jaws
as if ready to melt
or at instantaneous signal telepathically felt
drop drawers upon removing blackbelt.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
my phone pings
and as I pick it up
I see your messages,
blurred, but there.
my eyes shut
as I think to myself,
*I'm having trouble
falling asleep...*
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 2:19 AM UTC
Ping Pong World Champ Andrew Baggaley,
Wow that lad can really play.
Dethroned the “King” who came from Russia,
Then 1966d that kid from somewhere near Prussia.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
My Heartbeat is like
"Sonar"
Each beat radiates out,
"Penetrates"
The surroundings
It pings of others beats,
Repelled back to mine,
Secrets revealed within each beat
Friend,
Foe,
Hater,
Lover,
Each has its own reply,
With each beat I release
An essence of those who are
Looking,
Wishing,
Smiling,
Upon a look, each replying
As beats fasten,
Knowing the Sonar has
Penetrated deep within each ,
Showing there feelings,
That each beat echoes out to there hearts.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
Oh paddle, oh paddle, where could thou be?
You've shown me a place,
Where not my eyes, could see,
You've become a place, a part of my soul,
You're the key to a puzzle,
One that makes me whole,
A material of my passion, thou takes't a hold,
Without you I am feeble, Skills less than bold,
100's of matches, you've helped me win,
Now without you, again I must begin,
To move on, is something I must do,
Sad to see you go, I must bid you adieu,
Playing without you, will never be the same,
No matter how many times people may tell me,
Our time together was more than just a game.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC