#plaza
she bellows in her star
that her relation was cabal
this dance's chandelier
with broken ballade plays
a tiger crouch serenade
but still refrain this balladeer
a plaza night wall and tell of rampart
with that lyric in the air
is darkness in Gloria
that slams him kind
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 7:36 AM UTC
The places are adorned with light,
The shops, cafes and more so bright,
While she's dressed up in pink and white,
At this gleaming plaza tonight.
After the chilly times of noon,
Up in the sky there shines the moon,
With clouds of dust who stars have strewn,
At this gleaming plaza tonight.
While walking in the chilly air,
The wind fondles her hazel hair,
Who makes her looks so fly and fair,
At this gleaming plaza tonight.
Delights and fun lie in this mall,
From sweets to smiles, you'll find them all,
In tones of smooth and soft pastel,
At this gleaming plaza tonight.
Where should I be after my days,
Other than walking in this place,
Accompanied by this sweet face?
At this gleaming plaza tonight.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
LIGHT, dreary light, on a plaza, surrounded by
unexpectedly hopeless hope. And you, stubborn man.
This plaza is a placenta. And we are
the fetus that can never get out of
there. The maturity of pregnancy, and we
are not ever dare to actually be born.
If our mother dies, dry the umbilical cord.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
The plaza is filled with creeps
Sitting along the concrete
***** smelly feet
Untrustworthy gas station meat
I lean up against the wall
See a man who's very tall
Beside an old lady who's about to fall
Granny stumbles around, dazed and confused
Doesn't even know which pills to choose
Asks tall guy which ones to take
Guy blows her off like candles on a cake
I interject, "Can I help you, ya old hag?"
Gran gran then opens the bag
I gaze upon the pills
The entire pack is filled
Stuff like this could go for many dollar bills
Granny says, "I need my Tuesdays."
I tell her, "Lady do you even read due dates?"
I don't know gran, you're on your own
You're gonna hafta figure this one out alone
Bus rolls up an somethins queer
Some pretty sketchy characters filling up the rear
So I take a seat up front, straight up Rosa parks
Weirdos left an right with their ****** birth marks
Guys with beards so long they could choke a man with em
Mexi with a **** two others smokin with him
Many oddities line all up and down the bus
So I turn my frown upside down and try not to cuss
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC