"ofit" poems
Life is a story,
It can not be contained,
Nor it can not be fulfilled.
The things we feel are mutual,
The heartbreak we experience kills us,
But we get over it,
The pain we feel at the death of a loved one,
we shatter to pieces but eventually glue ourselves back together.
Life is hard, treturous even,
But in the end, just think ofit as a test,
We get through one, then another comes along and blows us out to sea,
But as we get older,they are seeing how long we will last,
We will get our grade,
Whether A, B, C, D, E or F,
Happiness will find us,
We just have to pass these tests...
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
a never girl sits
thigh wide pretty
to the hilt
slit skirt
inveigles up
her
and
by the skinny
breach of her
is a quick boy hungry
with
a
mouth
spit
and gelatinous
reams ofit
gets all over
a never girl
who
slits,
pretty
with a hilt,
hungry boy's
throats
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 5:17 AM UTC