"stige" poems
I kveld gikk jeg kjører
over grønne enger
Jeg så en rød solen
og en oransje månen stige
løpet lilla himmel
et sted i byen en brann brant
og svart røyk steg høyt over
Jeg tenkte på deg ...
og jeg holdt kjører ...
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
Splattered in concrete like decent ommissions
Like ethereal gods
Like rotted pine and faulty seeds
Like withered lungs & crusty pig ****
Like laughing dogs and cunty cats
Like frolicking lilyhammers
Like ****** bullmen
Like sexless libras
Like tight stewardess *** in the 90s
Like a poptart tomorrow
Like the last liberal
Conservative
Connected to the wifi
Take a stige
And laugh
Why not lol
Ok
Ok ok
This is like myself
Sep 10, 2023
Sep 10, 2023 at 4:47 AM UTC