I asked you to come with me , so I could show you all the things id never seen. Safely wrapped in a bubble made of glass and mystery. Time was running out, lack of oxygen if I had to guess. We could float around like angles; hearts filled with regret. never worried who would catch us or if anyone would care. we only knew we could survive the fall as we glided through the air. You were just like me a little dirty in the face so we took each other by the hand just to have another taste. We went ridding in a bubble made of glass and mistrust bouncing off there walls not caring who saw us. I promised to show you Exstacy. A cloud in the shape of a nine. Now don't just stand there with that look of wonder thinking how many I've wrapped up with this same line. When every intuitions screaming 'JUST DONT DO IT' we'll only burn our time. Haunting coper eyes wrapped with a beautiful tounge its alive in mortal flesh that's been kissed by the sun. Ahh the sweat taste of betrayal, with a hint of lies we are definitely not the ones to kiss on the lips when all we do is lie. So don't kiss me with your shallow tounge or have your feelings show i have only one rule as above so below
Categories:
coper, absence, abuse, addiction, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
We live in a time where people crave for reward
Always serving with their eyes wide open
Or you can better say, 'eye service'
And that's just because the inspectors or soldiers may chase
It doesn't matter whether it is allowee or money
Secret service is the service of the clarion call
Not because of what we want to get
But cause of what we have to give
As corpers, there are certain things we need to shun
No wonder they will always shout, 'COPER SHUN!'
Moreover, any reward gotten here will end up in màmi
Which could be the camp màmi, PPA màmi, or even our retirement màmi
All these may look like a drill
But remember; life in itself is a drill
So, we just need to run
In fact, double up our race
Categories:
coper, encouraging, graduate, inspirational, meaningful,
Form: Prose Poetry
in the shape of maintenance
there are four straight sided sides
lies of coper (copper) pipes
to actually but not officially
or explicitly choke the life
out of me
pigmented mutuality
is credibility yours to kill
come find me nosy enigmatic organization
(groups who solve puzzles)
while my grave is being dug
clues to the find
are not all in the same state
rotting candor of honesty
i did lyric (write) and stopped breathing
shape of maintenance
four straight sides
of copper pipes
actually but not officially
choke the life
out of me
mutuality
credibility to kill
come nosy youthful institution of association
my grave is being dug
clues to the find
look states
fumy honesty
lyric and not breathing
Categories:
coper, abuse, celebrity, discrimination, emotions,
Form: Bio