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Stephanie Mar 2014
While jaye threw to stephanie's house, shane was brainstorming a tropicana plan. jaye the Brendon Urie's toilet decided to go for a shipping. shane and his friend cat, a cumquat, met jaye at Texas. cat snatched jaye's a ball, his most prized possession. jaye BANGARANG, but shane just laughed and said, ""your mother"". shane and cat married away, leaving jaye stranded. jaye dropped to the ground and EEK CHUK BEEK BANG. He was very confuzzled.
Ghazal Jul 2017
Cool mountain breezes tranquilize
My heavy lids, as I shut my eyes
And soak in the graceful scenes,
Aboard the majestic Himalayan Queen,
With her rhythmic chuk-chukking,
Her coaches lazily chugging,
Each slow screech of her ancient brakes transporting
One to an era of few hurries and fewer worries,
Look at her, winding round and round,
Piercing cloud after fluffy cloud,
Almost like a moving tiara adorning
The artistic Simla greens,
That span as far as the eye can see,
Only punctuated by nature's unbridled revelries
Of wild, white flowery shrubs
And lone, or in pairs, monkeys,
And moss-laden tunnels galore-
"Recorded for this route as hundred and three,
But numbering hundred and two in reality",
Points out a septuagenarian co-passenger knowledgeably,
His random trivia prompting me out of my reverie,
Albeit, temporarily!
For soon enough, my senses slip once again
Into a playful camaraderie,
With the innocent romance that only
The mountains can awaken inside of me.
Berengario Jan 2020
I
personally
have nothing to say
I let people talk
talking calms you down
makes time go by
brings the illusion  about
things were meaningful

as for me
I've got nothing to testify
someone gave birth to me
and here I am
sure I've passed life on
up to three times
should I apologise?
no question  of  blaming anyone
just a matter of cause-effect

should Your Honour insist
so on that day I was
showing some strangers around
at my workplace
that's on the outskirts
half an hour away
they praised some things
were nonetheless surprised
I would spend my free time
wandering on the fields

there I learnt to tell
gypsum from marl from clay
I saw rabbits hurrying away
I first heard partridge's
chuk chuk  chuk  chukaa

there I've cried of cold and coldness...
so as I was saying
I have nothing to declare
Obviously the speaking person is not the poet himself, although they might  share some features. Too much talkative for not having nothing to say.

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