Cool wind blows
Autumn's herald harkens
Balls sweat no more
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No poem has ever instilled such wistful hope in me before
And as the leaves fall, I am falling for them.
Fuck this shit
I want out
Let me go
Home
Written like a man at work on a slow day!
We need rain, I'm told.
It rains, complaints grow tenfold.
The rain disrupts the soil, the soul disrupted in turn.
What even is a poem?
I never understood art really...
I see what you did there sir
A window to the world
without any Windows
My Computer.
(I wrote it in a few second before looking at the OP post, but the form turned out remarkably similar)
Don't tell me
What to do
You're not my dad
Shit, ten words spot on
Calm and contented
For nothing happened today.
I am satisfied
You'll wish you'd chosen
not to leap
right...
about...
now
As my life flashes before me,
I suddenly love it.
Fucking fuck. Fuck me dude. Fucking hell I swear. Fuck
Dude I cracked lol
That's fucking beautiful, dude.
I lack the wit, so I can't rhyme for shit.
everything you do matters, except all the bathroom splatters. shit.
They matter to me when I go in there to pee.
The poems
I wrote,
I love 'em
but I'm broke.
The kids are fighting again.
I love being their dad!
A dispute between children strikes fear into all weary minds.
I like that.
In the night we can't see an absence of light
Vainly struggle
Against ill intent
Until we recede
Into oblivion
Hodor hodor hodor,
Hodor hodor.
Hodor hodor hodor,
Hodor hodor.
darkness falls
on old days of life
of a fool
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Poetry is hard to
The glowing sun projects its rays, consciousness reflects the age.
My mind slows, but the world hastens with every day.
Fuck this shit
Fuck this shit
Seriously
Fuck this shit
Cats move with silent, elegant grace and watchful glowing eyes.
Admire, if you will, the most optimized feline specimen yet.
The clock ticks on. Though, the promised hour never comes.
Crushing reality, Hurtling towards destruction. I need to do more.
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