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Max Feb 2019
In my past life I was a Slow Loris.

The voice is like a chorus.

The slow loris is nocturnal like mice.

I dont sleep at night so I can study, which is nice.

Slow Lorises are also slow walkers

Like me, they aren't slow talkers.

We have a lot in common,

Which isnt forgotten.

I was a Slow Loris in my past life.
I had to write this for my English class, sorry. Its cringey. Also hello, I'm not dead or anything I just havent been able to post anything lately cuz I had to do a lot of FRQ's.
Cody Edwards Apr 2010
She breathes in my ear
with the yellow of the star
that greets the dusk.

He whispers to my palm
in the nature-sweet wax hum
that misses dawn.

But only by an inch.
© Cody Edwards 2010
Yolanda Oct 2020
She is cute, she is small
She's got a pretty round face that glows like sunlight
She is got a pretty little mouth with white glowing teeth that brings a perfect smile to her face
Her breath smells like the scent of roses
Her cute big eyes look like those of Slow Loris
Her hands are tiny like little rat claws
Her little feet like the feet of a deer
And her tininess brings perfection out of her.
Speaking of a friend who I love dearly, she's tiny and gorgeous, and everything she does is just perfect, she's my inspiration, and my role model, she's one of the top ladies I will consider beautiful in every way.
Aa Harvey May 2018
The Future Kids


Since the day I met her I could only write about love,
But the times they are a changing.
I have finished writing my ‘Marriage’ book.
Twenty six done.
Don’t know what I will name the next one;
But I know one thing,
I will find a new subject to dwell upon.


Poe wrote about death in his poem ‘The Raven’.
I don’t want to write that;
I want to write about changing.
Changing my mind on a daily basis.
I could make this up, but you would see through that, my Loris;
So the truth is what I will hope to say.
You can criticize this, but I can’t write about love,
So I will open my hat and use a wand to create a flower!
And watch all petals fly away.


A dandelion blooms and inspires an audio musician,
Every hour,
Is different.
Beauty,
Is,
Heaven,
Sent.
If poetry could pay my rent,
I would never have to work again;
But for now I do,
Because I want to improve.
Decided I can’t write a tune;
So I will tell you,
The feelings I have kept silent.
If you know a way to bring peace to my mind, I will try it,
Because I want to make the unhappy smile.
I have no money to give, so I will have to run a mile.


Charity starts at home,
So I will pick up a microphone,
Auction off all I own;
Remove that garden gnome.
I have no need for frivolity.
“I would wish for world peace.” Bite me!
Say something that matters.
Don’t deny the greenhouse effect.
With my last dying breath I will say you ain’t seen nothing yet!


Because we continue,
Humanity is an endless dream.
If I couldn’t see the sunshine,
I would still enjoy the rain and be happy to just be.
Some may say, you’ve changed;
We have never heard you being so positive.


Well these are the days we have to make a difference,
So we had better use them wisely and leave a future that exists,
For the future kids.

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Pluto Boyer Sep 2018
He feels it.

The anger bubbling and turning into molten burning orange-red lava
"I've watched through his eyes,
I've listened through his ears,
and tell you he's the one.
Or at least as close as we're going to get."

He lashes out
And the crow flies from the tree along with the canary
The crow dives down to bark out loud shrieks and peck at him
Whilst the canary attempts to grab the crow to let him have a fighting chance
He is silent as his dark expression terrifies the attackers.

They cannot flee.
Trapped
Everyone is trapped.

There is crying and fire in his head but it cannot simply show.
The troubled, broken dove inside the small yet mighty loris
He sighs.

It’s not time to talk about that right now.
Now,
It’s time to be brave.
Unashamed of who he was born as, he strides forward
Striking down those in his way.

— The End —