"binky" poems
The Discworld Death
The Discworld Death and Binky the horse, are here to stay.
The knight and his steed.
The darkest light even on the sunniest of days.
He is here now and he has always been here.
He will be here at the end;
The time you reach the end of your allotted years.
The Death of Rats fears no cat,
For he is already immortal; he always appears in black.
Even if a rat has been killed by a cat
And the cat can see The Death of Rats,
He still walks in his cowl and carries his scythe,
Because no matter how much the cat would like to attack,
It cannot **** the Death of Rats, as it is no longer alive.
You cannot **** Death, nor can you **** the Death of Rats.
You cannot escape the end,
And you cannot escape the cat,
If you are a rat;
On that you can depend.
Susan is Death’s Grand Daughter, with her hair black and white.
Albert is Death’s helper; the foolish type.
Death stands alone in the night and at his side there flies a crow.
With electric blue eyes, Death stares deep into your soul.
He can reach inside you and take your life,
Or he can let you go.
But when your time is up,
From Death there is no escaping.
He is your undertaker, have no fear of the Reaper;
He cannot tell you where you are going.
Death is an anthropomorphic personification.
Discworld is my favourite form of fiction.
It would be my preferred place,
To take a lifelong vacation.
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May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
Oh where oh where has my binky gone.
Oh where oh where can it be.
With its ****** so clear
It gives me much cheer.
Oh where oh where can it be.
Did you say toilet? Oh no!
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 4:25 PM UTC
Sleeping in throws,
Wrestling in pillows.
This baby is convulsing,
Stuck homeless in cotton rows.
She jiggles tickles,
Crisp, she is fickle.
She tingles the conniption.
Nerves, in axon missiles.
Binky slips, the eyelid's 'clipse,
Her wrist is the pith,
Of nights caption "Mist".
Sleeping babies.
Calm nights hard winds,
As the spring commences,
Graduation of twigs,
To sprigs of life,
To growing thighs,
Cough up the milieu.
Minutia.
The growing immortality.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish I was a baby again,
things just seem so simple.
Blissfully unaware of all the worry,
that can hide behind those dimples.
The most amazing thing about a baby,
is their ability to go.
Miserable to ecstatic,
before you even know.
The secret is their binky;
it's seemingly insignificant.
As long as it's in their mouth,
they couldn't feel more magnificent.
When it's with them,
they're in an oasis.
Free from all the problems,
that plague the rest of us.
When it's with them,
nothing else could matter.
All their problems disappear,
like a window when it shatters.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
Can I call you?
At 2 am I can only talk for an hour...
Cause at 3 am,
They say it's the demons hour...
And boo I don't wanna turn on you
And go off on you,
Forgive me if I do it to you,
Your not the struggle that I've been through....
So lil baby can I ask you this?
Can I not be a love that your gonna ignore and miss?
Can you not carry the traits of these fuckboys I've been dismissed....
I didn't curve you,
When I probably could've..
I didn't curve you,
Don't make me feel like I should've....
Can you call me ?
Make love to me with your voice,
Sing to me ,
Like Boys ll Men or
Dru Hill,
Back in the 90s?
Can you feel me ?
A chemistry similar like Jada & Will,
but imma need us to curve mfs,
and be ready to ****
Those who hurt us....
Can you be for me ?
Like a baby without its binky?
Can you be the one to cry for me baby?
But man up because I'm the lady?
Can you love me for life?
I'm not trynna rush anything,
I just be thinking of things....
Your love could be the best thing...
Can you be for me?
I don't wanna have anymore games...
Not another chess piece....
Not another missing puzzle piece....
Maybe what I'm trynna say is...
*Darling can you really love me ?*
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
I am a big sister
to a little sister
her name is Arianna
she is almost two
we share the same room
she screams a lot at night
crying and crying
for mommy and daddy
it gets annoying trying to sleep
so some times I sing her a little song
Or sometimes I hum
because singing doesn't always work
She quiets down and grabs her binky
and stares at me
Icky
sometimes being a big sister
is such a hard job.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC