"xavier" poems
Batman, Superman, Iron Man to I cant fly I can not turn blue?
Captain America, Wolverine, Flash, I cant shoot lazers from my eyes or be there in a dash.
X-men, Watchmen, Xavier too, im not from krypton or mutated from a Zoo.
Im not another hero I was rasied as a zero, through words I can inspire and now retire.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
I'm looking down watching what you do
As if i'm Uatu the Watcher
Or maybe I'm controlling you
Like the evil Puppet Master
See you have no control in life
This is my world and I'm just allowin you to live in it
It's like I'm eating up planets with Galactus
And creating chaos with Apocalypse
I'm in control of my actions
Choosing to do wrong
Only to wait until my redemption by the hands of the worthy
You're inside my head like Charles Xavier
Trying to find out my secrets
Only to discover that I keep my mental barriers on lock
With no key or code to unlock
Said passageway into my subconsious
Because I can block you without a helmet
Unlike Juggernaut or Magneto
I'm free to swing around with the good wall crawler known as
Scarlet Spider
Hah
And write up my own unique flows with no worries
I don't need the X-men or Avengers
Or my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man
To know that I have some great repsonsibilities on my shoulders
Weighing me down like a ton of bricks
And I don't need someone like Doom
Telling me how to be a leader
When we all know his leadership skills could use some attention
I'm an enigma
Close to what Deadpool would say is
Very unique
Before muttering towards the wall
As if it were his faithful audience
I know who I am
I know what I do
So simply put
I'm freaking awesome
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
In one ear and out the other you whisper sweet nothings
I’ve always been told to listen to the truth but no one ever said why
The devil says if I fall in love with him I’d be a ***** sinner like him
Being a ***** sinner never seemed so pleasing until I met Lucifer himself
His eyes daring and lustful, my mother always told me I could find the good in others
I whisper back only to receive no reply
Feeling your grip tighten around my hips bringing me in
I feel my lips split. I can't catch my breath, where have my wings gone?
Once a god now a sinner your sweet words filled me with hope
Now I live with misery with your name tattooed on my heart
I was a god meant for your cage.
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
We aren't very different.
Konkretong kahon ang tawag
Ko sa eskwelahan ninyo,
Na puro sikreto,
Silaw—dahil sa napakaputi
Ninyong mga balat, paa,
Malambot, makinis, na halos
Binasbasan
Ng mga kayumangging kerubin—
Ayaw basagin.
Sila, ang taga-tayo ng mga
Gusali ninyo, puro pawis.
Puro naka-long sleeve, ang
Init! Noo nila’y sunog,
Kumikilabot, kumaladkad,
Kilay itim sunggab ng
Araw.
Ngayon,
Nakikita ko sila—puro trabaho,
Balikat bumabagsak dahil sa
Bigat ng mortar, laryo,
Ulo baba-taas-yuko na parang
Kumakadang sa luad,
Tapak kasing bigat ng mga konkretong
Tipak—taga-buhat ng mga
Pintang maputla.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
I am the pretender
You must precensor
When I'm an inventor
Who can't get centered
I'm the apologist
You're the psychologist
We have a suitable deal
You provide an even keel
And cook delicious meals
And let my fingers feel
But you do so much more
Going deeper than the shore
You make a difference
By insistence
I see your footprints
In the distance
They lead me to progress
My mind cannot process
Those things I can't fathom
You effortlessly grab them
You were my bastion of behavior
I thought you were my savior
You're more like Charles Xavier
Controlling my mind
To keep me blind
By taking my vision
When you make your incision
And put me in prison
You're Sigmund Freud
On steroids
You fill my void
Then get annoyed
You cured me of my madness
Yet instilled sadness
When I got addicted to your healing
But then heard your tires peeling
After all your analysis
You deemed me talentless
You used to be my example of what to be
Now you're my example of what to flee
You made me hate the number three
While running my car into a tree
Which made me scream ouch
My ejection from your couch
So I hide in my palace
And drink from a chalice
Filled with mindless malice
While holding my phallus
But I learned my lesson
One last confession
Someone that can calm my brain
Can also leave a permanent stain
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
Have you found a Saviour;
One to emulate,
Then denegrate,
Whip and crown and tree?
Then turn, and say,
It wasn't me.
Would I have seen the god-like qualities,
Listen to the sermons,
Eat the fish and bread,
Drink the watery wine?
Would he raise me from the dead?
Could my feet fit the prints
On the sands of Galilee.
Would he admonish me
For having two coats,
Finishing my smoke
With one straw in my coke?
I have found my Saviour.
His name is Xavier.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
a crumpled milk carton
discarded...fallen
in the gutter, another
black and white photograph
a tooth fairy smile-
something missing,..
a coldness
from the shuttered window
in the shadows
of a quiet day
...Xavier doesn't play here anymore.
r ~ 8/17/14
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
I never thought I would be a teacher,
even if I am an assistant teacher, I am
helping to shape the minds and spirits
of my students.
I teach students with autism, and sometimes
I wish I was like Professor Xavier and that I could read the
minds of the kids I work with, who are a mystery
to me.
I don't have mutant powers, but I do have the
capacity to love. I learned and honed the skills
of listening to my heart at L'Arche, which is
often called the school of the heart.
I do my best to learn the lesson plans and provide
reinforcements for positive behavior, but
mostly as I engage my students I pray a simple
prayer of "Thank you. I love you."
My students are not a cumilation of data, facts,
and their diagnoses. Each one of us including
me has value, because of the breadth of life of the Creator.
Divine presence, may I treat each child with love and
with an open heart, so I may give and receive.
May I teach and be taught lessons of the heart
from my students. Thank you. I love you.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
baby butch in the bathroom, splotched with shaving cream
using dad's razor to shave what's barely even there on their jaw
baby butch in the bathroom, shirt off and defiant
(though alone who's there to see it)
(them that's who)
washing his feet and their armpits and her face
baby butch on the sidewalk, leather jacket wrapped around them/him, internal bravado daring everyone
not to look at him/them
baby butch in the hallway at school, laughing loud and pitching voice low
no one can know
but why not act how you want to
baby butch in the classroom, slouching in their seat, knees braced against opposite legs of the desk
carefully lazy
legs so tense
baby butch on the internet
finally telling
saying CALL ME THIS CALL ME THEY CALL ME HE
AND THEN CALL ME YOURS
she did. he is.
it's too soon. but he is.
baby butch in the background, scrawling out words
they. he. xavier. baby butch. king ****
alive.
alive.
alive and living.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
Gabrielle Union wore a gorgeous fall look in New York City while promoting her show, Being Mary Jane, on Tuesday.
The 42-year-old looked like a vision in her fitted white Sophia Kah dress with crimson lace overlay, as she was spotted leaving Live With Kelly and Michael.
The short-sleeved frock featured intricate detailing on the upper portion, while the bottom half was all white.
The skintight dress, which showed off the Think Like a Man star's amazing body, fit her like a glove.
The pop of color from the wine-colored lace added a bold touch to an otherwise minimal look.
The Bring It On actress kept the bold vibes going by choosing shiny gold heels, which added a new dimension to the look.
She added gold rings to compliment her similarly hued strappy heels with gray polished nails.
The Being Mary Jane star wore her shoulder length dark hair loose and wavy.
Opting for a more vampy makeup look, the starlet wore smokey eye shadow, glossy red lips and rosy cheeks.
During her appearance on the morning show, the She's All That actress wore a more understated look, rocking gray slacks, a black top and bright pink heels as she spoke to Michael Strahan and guest host Ciara, who filled in for Kelly Ripa.
The brunette is married to NBA star Dwayne Wade, who plays for the Miami Heat. The couple first met in 2009 and married in August 2014.
Her husband has three sons: 13-year-old Zaire Blessing Dwayne, eight-year-old Zion Malachi Airamis and two-year-old Xavier Zechariah, from previous relationships.
The 33-year-old athlete also raises his 13-year-old nephew Dahveon.
On her show, she plays the character Mary Jane Paul, an on-camera reporter who has to juggle work, love and family.
The third season of Being Mary Jane premieres on October 20th on BET.
The starlet is also currently filming The Lion Guard, an animated TV series where she voices the character of Nala, set to premiere on the Disney Channel in 2016. She recently wrapped The Lion Guard: Return of the Roar TV movie, which premieres this November.
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
pear leaves strum the high wire
fern roots claw a sun drenched bank
creep vines mount the hedgerow
sow bugs jump a grated worn step
picket wall stain on cedar
mountain stream brisk at lush green pass
four legs down the foot path
biscuit brown trailers fill the pipe
spiders march on dew web
knots and rivets cut hard at the seam
maples cover the forest floor
sap ***** ping the front gate
dandelions drift on west breeze
blue berries plump at shepherds grove
wood sill holds a stained glass
letter box lined above the scrub
delft ware on the mantle
(with petals and script for a promised guest!)
junior poised with mouth agape
birds and squirrels whistle jovial tunes
goldfinch darts the sea ranch
tabby cat rests in a white wicker chair
a crafters window in the alpine
follies await the summer task!
queen bee on the flutter
airedale set on a woven grey mat
watchmen of the hollow (+ earwig and mite!)
scurry, under rustled moist leaves
frogs leap at trickle creek
shutter bugs mount on gryphons lair
still water ripples in the shaded pool
folding fingers on corner bridge
foragers cut the high shelf
silver fish come to life
whiskey jack sings on indian green
elijah and xavier pause...
at a long days end
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
tweet my injustice
Let's all us combustus
and fritter away french fries
from the local till us nuts
Freakin' Friday
Meek and Nigh may
take away the saltines from the
mouths of youths
and put a large bass in my
kissing booth
I am Xavier
I am Charles
I once supposited a pack of
Marlboro's
Shamus mc **** Batman
the 'copter's on down furrows
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Allow me to return to the written page
A very close friend, Bluestar is her name,
Today we aim to address a simple question,
Why am I single? And always stressin?
Allow me please to sip on this hot tea
As we shed some light as to why you're alone in your bed tonight
So if it doesn't apply then go ahead and let it fly
First off do you think it's cute bragging about being crazy
I'll cut your meat of if you cheat and we're supposed to look at you with eyes that are glazing?
Do you really think men like it when you threaten to end their manhood?
You don't see us going around, saying we'll ruin your life
And why do you always gotta ask me who I'm texting?
I mean usually its my mom, not a crazy ex you think I sext with
Seriously jealousy and insecurity are what messes you up
And can you please stop fishing for compliments when you aren't feeling to *****
I get it, we all need a good boost now and then
But asking me a question you don't want the real answer to isn't going to help girlfriend
Oh and before I forget communication is key
If I ask you what's wrong and you say nothing, and I move on from the issue don't blame me
I'm not professor Xavier, I cannot read minds
I cannot deal with this b.s for much longer
I need you to realize your insecurities aren't real,
Your **** looks fine in those jeans, and your hair isn't messed up,
But the more and more you ask me that the more and more I doubt that fact
You really ought to listen to me now,
Guys like me don't like to see you angry,
And the more you question me the angrier you'll get
And that's entirely your fault
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
(Pentagon E-ring office—executive officer knocks & enters—General motions him in)
XO,
Explain
examinees...
Examinee
X-11,
Xander
Xanakis
Experience?
Explosives
expert.
Ex-Army.
Executive
experience
Exam?
Exceptional
Excellent!
Excessive
Exessive?
Explain
Extreme
xenophobe
(expletive)
Exclude
Examinee
X-12...
Xavier
Xanthopoulos...
Experience?
Expert—
extraction,
exfiltration.
Ex-Navy,
Executive
Experience
Exam?
Excelled
Extracuricular
extras...
Explain
Expat,
X-games,
xylophone...
Expat?
Xalapa
(chuckling)
X-games,
xylophone—
(laughs)
X-Factor!
(XO nods his head, smiling)
Xenophobic?
(shaking head)
Xenodochial.
Exeptionally
xenophilic!
Expectations?
Exceeds
Expectations
Excellent!
XO,
exclude
examinee
X-11...
Excluding
Xander
Xanakis
Expedite
Xavier
Xanthopoulos
Expediting
examinee
X-12
XO,
excused
(XO exits)
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 2:54 PM UTC
Adoringly applauding
Arrogant acrobatic aristocratic,
Bourgeois bad-boys.
Braving boredom and bills,
Caught controlling criminal
Circles like a circus.
Daring to do, and to deceive
Desperate damsels in distress,
Each accepting enemies.
Everyone explaining elements
From the final fights
Frought with frustration.
Getting groovy- grown old
Garnering glittering gold.
Holidaying in Getafé,
Holding onto hands of harlots,
Implying impotence and insolence,
Ignorant in their ilk.
Jovially joking,
Jesting about juvenile jealousies;
"I kissed Katie Kurtis"
Knowingly comments one kid.
Left to love and lose,
Like Caesar and his laurels,
Making music and malice,
Manifesting manic malpractices.
Natalie narrates,
"Not now, not ever".
Obvious obstacles avoided,
Objectifying objects that are obsolete.
Praying, pondering over pros,
False prophets photographed as they pose.
Qualifying quangos,
Quantitative quelling of queries,
Raising riots and runctions,
Realising regal and royal remedies,
Celebrating summer solstice,
Solitude is bliss.
Try tampering telephones
To transcribe threat of treason,
Unreal unilateral promises
Unwound by underlying urchins.
Vowing to voice very real values,
Vox pop video views.
Wearing water coloured wellingtons,
Wondering over wax cuneiform works.
Xylophone playing exemplary,
Xavier exists in the imaginary.
Yearly yearning for you,
You're yoked as Gonne with Yeats
(unequally)
Zeroing in on Ritz and Rubble,
Rubble the Zealots want to reign.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
I don't know who I am,
but I know the person I want to become.
I want to be rich,
like mother teresa's heart of gold,
like the iridiscent colours in sunshine-eyes.
I want to be poor,
like the beggar who appreciates any scrap of food,
like the bankrupt who eventually learns to count his blessings.
I want to be quiet.
Like the introvert who wishes she wasn't so,
like the girl who meets her boyfriend's parents for the first time.
I want to be loud,
like the drunkard who casually spits out truth,
like the pounding club music that makes my head hurt.
I want to be nothing,
like how the girl who doesn't belong anywhere is treated,
like how a guy who's afraid of commitment denies your relationship.
I want to be everything.
Like the atoms our entire physical world is constructed out of,
like the girl who's your first pill of the morning
and last of the night.
I want to be weak,
like professor xavier, who's too kind for his own good and can't walk.
like the flimsy piece of paper that caused your paper cut.
I want to be strong,
like professor xavier, who can control people with his mind,
like how it feels to be reminded that you're needed and loved.
I want to be a bundle of contradictions.
Rich yet poor,
quiet yet loud,
everything but nothing,
weak but strong.
Well, maybe I don't.
Or maybe I already am.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
Steven
Hezeki
Andre..
Have all abused my love and made me into this cold person, hey I won't give them all the credit maybe it's something I've always possessed. Maybe I've always been this person and I just had to get stabbed alittle for it to become apparent.
Xavier
Vulnerability was at is finest. Who would've thought I'd let just anyone get a piece of me, like I'm one of those random mints that always end up in your possession, and somehow you don't work to obtain this candy it just comes and happens to get the job done and I am one to blame for thinking at a point of time it was okay.
Jamal
I feel bad for what I've done to you, and my karma probably awaits but I was bored with you..couldn't help it but at one point I was intrigued by your demeanor but like I said I was bored with you...and my karma probably arrived with
Chris
I hate free trials. They get you all excited about a game that your so anxious to play and while your enjoying it they tell you your time is up. You can't play anymore unless you sell your soul (buy the game) and once that ad pops up you question is the game even worth it. You wanted my ***** I wanted you to be mine..even risked a friendship for who knows what...karma proved to be a ***** but like you say love is love.
Tony
You genuinely made me laugh. But my heart was too cold and and too unsure to ever settle down with you because I am not for sell. You wanted me to be your African queen, but you forgot that an a queen is still a queen without a king. So karma might have missed me because for the first time in a long time I followed my intuition and didn't allow you to force commitment on my plate.. which is a good thing because now I have
DAQUAN..
All started with a Dm......a ************* twitter Dm....so far nothing is regretted, I hope your as genuine as you come across. I like you. My cold heart likes you hopefully it stays this way...
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
Did you find,
All you were so solemnly looking for,
Did you see the reasons,
Behind the confusion...
Did you know the answers lie in the back's of your eyelids,
Drifting toward a time,
Of frivolous desire,
Towards to initiation of some being,
Sort,
Or...
Did all the life just get suddenly drained from you very essence,
As you are guided,
Or are you guiding?
Who is what you are already?
Is it something more or less than you are?
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
Warning! Contains death, gore, and blood! You have been warned!
A is for Adam who was stabbed by a nail,
B is for Brian who drank too much ale,
C is for Chloe who got kicked by a mule,
D is for Danny who was trampled by a bull,
E is for Eric who swallowed a bee,
F is for Finley who drowned in the sea,
G is for Gordon who fell from a cliff,
H is for Holly who said she'd be back in a jiff,
I is for Ivanna who sunk in the mud,
J is for Jeff who fell with a thud,
K is for Karl who was smushed by a train,
L is for Lucy who was beat by a cane,
M is for Mike who was flattened by a log,
N is for Nate who got lost in the fog,
O is for Oliver who was crushed by snow,
P is for Patrick who was killed by his foe,
Q is for Quincy who slit his own throat,
R is for Rocco who was rammed by a goat,
S is for Sam who was attacked by bears,
T is for Tammy who had too many scares,
U is for Una who got shot in the head,
V is for Victoria who severely bled,
W is for Will who died in his sleep,
X is for Xavier who's heart wouldn't beep,
Y is for Yaz who starved herself,
Z is for Zach who broke through an ice shelf.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
My palms are cold and ******
Your name stains my tongue
I prefer sleeping with my eyes open
Bloodshot eyes and boiling skin
I can’t believe they let you out
Randy, Was it worth the laugh
Does my blood still stain your hands
Do you close your eyes and remember me
I want you to feel the pain you drove into my veins
The smile you craved into my brain stains my teeth
My smile likes yours I no longer know myself
My childhood smells of tears and blood
But all you cared about was a rub and some ***
Using a woman as your toys, you see them as objects
You see me as an object no longer will I be yours
Randy, was it worth the laugh you had that night
Before the cops came and shocked your night
Shocked your life and made your night a living hell.
My brain still screams in agony at the sight of your name.
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 3:00 PM UTC
X-ray my heart tonight
No radiation I can’t take
Drip me my anesthetics
Yet I am widely awake
X marks the soft spot
Never ending maze
Drive me to your heart
You never fail to amaze
Xylophone can be heard
Neither soft nor loud
Dagger through my soul
You are what this is about
X-Files resembles us
Never-ending alienation
Driving into an abyss
You are my constant confusion
Xerox my feelings for you
Note it down in fragrant paper
Drowning…in hopes that
You have the best birthday ever
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
ABC Poetically Foolish
A young poet, I am
Bilingual in rhythm and rhyme
Cast out of English seas
Doubt in my words
Evidently misunderstood
F#ck my ABC's, 123s
Gratefully humbled by critics
Heartbreak by lovers
I wish peace upon others
Joy to the world
King of all kings
Love eternally bound
May the alphabet
Never end
Oh, how I sound like tweets
Posting my twits
Questioning society's wits
Raising my fist
Strengthening my grip
Teaching the youth
Understanding my faith
V per Vittorio
Why do I question everything
Xavier resurrected
You represent me, &
Zither is my voice.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
He has the type of eyes that made diamonds look dull,
Sharper than glass,
Lit by his beautiful lively flame.
Days are different now.
His eyes are no longer alive, but still as blue as the brightest sapphires,
The same color as mine,
But mine hold more gray, more sadness,
His not as often clouded by nostalgia and tears.
His wit is quick, making me grin in my saddest moments,
Admittedly, as sad as they could be with him there.
He was my rock, my guidance, my sentiment, my sanity,
He still is.
As much as he'd hope to disagree.
Discarded is an understatement.
If I had known, I wouldn't have been so angry.
Perhaps, at you.
At myself, the anguish doubled.
Stupid is an understatement.
I should have known,
And I apologize with every ounce in me.
I'd give up all I have to make you see.
His spirit is one of the strongest I've ever seen.
He was willing to take on the world with one hand tied behind his back.
Yet courage could only take a fearful young man so far,
There's so much to see,
But fear is a barrier,
A wall that had contained us both,
For months that felt like years.
We're tearing it down,
Brick by brick,
Progressing to the flawless lovers we once were.
Neither of us were lucky enough to possess the virtue of patience.
The pain tugging at our hearts pulls us together,
But like the opposite sides of a magnet,
We push each other away,
Obeying the laws of physics and common sense.
But no one said we had any sense.
His smile is better than any sunrise,
Better than long walks on beaches,
Or strolls in the Chicago streets.
Not a lick of arrogance,
Just honesty and grace.
When he was actually happy,
He radiated more than the sun.
He is the boy I fell in love with all those long months ago.
And I am still the girl he once knew.
But we are broken now,
With only each other to put ourselves back together.
But I do believe,
We have a chance,
To be who we were,
Take two broken hearts and become one again.
Sometimes, "I love you" just isn't enough.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
This is a poem about Lucy
She's thinkin' about someone
she loves
someone far away
someone who can''t help but think
about Lucy too
even in their hardest times
someone older then her
someone mentally ready for pain
Long distances love stretches through
far across the globe
never thinning even at the farthest distances
between shots the one across seas
will say "I'll come back for you.
I won't come back in a letter
I won't come back in a coffin
I'll come back
I'll come back in person
I'll come back to you alive."
Xavier is 15 he is in 10th
his mom is a veteran who knows her past
She was a mechanic in the gulf war
she was beaten down
and broke
Now every day she has to take ten different
pain killers, and two kinds of muscle relaxers
she is always in pain
her back is the main reason for this
Xavier asked his mom to get something for him
She leaned and dropped to the floor
and said
"Sorry Xavier, I'm hurting too much. We'll have to leave."
Xavier frowned and pouted
he looked down at his mother's face
she was on the brink of tears
he bucked and lifted his mom
and took her to the car
there she took more pain killers and a ibuprofen
she sank down into the car seat
her became calm and sighed before he opened the door
he handed her the credit card
and started the car
he drove her to the Va
where they gave her more pain killers
and prescribed her more
and more pain killers
Our Veterans and Active members of the Military
are the reason for our freedom
the reason for our living
they gave us this gift
and Veterans day just isn't doing it
we shouldn't just thank
and support them around this day
Veterans day should be every day
It's sad we can't that happen, even after all they've done
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
Aching, and angry and almost alive
Beaten, and battered and broken of bone
Callous, and cruel, and cruising off course
Deceived, and ****** and dealing with demons
Erected, and exploded, and eaten by erosion
Fractured, and fused, and falling to fast
Gaps, and gorgeous and glistening red gouges
Hellish, and harmful, and hurting my heart
Idiots, and idols, and invisible but insane
Justice and jolted and jade into jumping
Knights, and Kings, and killing of kinsman
Longing, and loathing, and living in lust
Media, and manipulation, and mind that's maddening
Nature, and night, and native in nothing
Opened, and ordered, obviously an orphan
Pungent, and putrid, and praying for perseverance
Quartered, and queued, and quietly is questioned
Rolling, and ready, and recently been released
Soulful, and sorry, and story of sorrow
Terrorist, and target, and
terrifying in truth
Unique, and united and using the universe
****** and victims, and validating the vice
Windows, and watching, weathering the winter
Xmas, and x-box, and
Xavier of X-Men
Yesterdays, and years, and yearning for youth
Zealous, and zones,
And zip of zero
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC