"inigo" poems
A cat is a chaos landmine sweeper.
He may or may not have tripped that mess,
but he doesn't care about an alibi.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
Bring out the lights
The ones that glow orange and purple
Slip on your black and white tights
And plant some spiders
We're bringing the aesthetic
Creepy glam and full face
If there isn't a pumpkin involved
I'm not interested
Let's hit Party City
And get this started
I can be Inigo and you can be Buttercup
Or I can be Noel and you can be Sandi
We can dress up as our favourite
Spooky characters
I'll go full axe murderer
And you can be a creepy doll
We'll hit the streets
As wasted teens
They can tell us we're too old
But what do they know
Collapse back home
To watch horror movies
Stay up all night
On fright and candy
This isn't just one day
It's a two month event
So let's get real spooky
And live while we can
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
The Special Olympics and Istanbul
sweet and kind, I leave Subway full
We speak The Princess Bride, Inigo's pull
As you wish, may your life fulfill.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC
Bloodless skin
loveless kin
covet hugs from other sins
Streakless ego
signs of Inigo
white knight spine flushed into a sinkhole
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC