bang, bang.
boom, boom.
ow.
the rifle bullets ripple and tear through the trenches.
bullets riddle my body, it hurts,
quiet literally, I'm in pain.
bullets run out in spurts.
fiery hot bullets rush my chest like a train.
ouch.
bullet ripping, running soldiers,
dodging bayonets, they raid our trench.
we run and hide behind a pile of boulders,
we camp 'til the end; rain downs the camp's drench.
dead.
- not Freddy Mitch.
I don't love you anymore.
Is it a lie? Who knows?
The truth is,
we don't pluck the flowers we adore.
So I say,
"I don't love you anymore."
I keep waiting at your door.
Not because I expect you to open it,
but because leaving
would feel more like goodbye.
So I say,
"I don't love you anymore."
I tell everyone
I've forgotten you.
Maybe one day
I'll believe it too.
"I don't love you anymore,"
I whisper,
standing at the seashore.
I feel it shudder
This heart of pity.
Soft, brittle. While anticipating
A sad overflow.
Liable as tis
To crumble; break up.
Like this, limestone-walled. With the tide
Rushing in below.
i once had a bucket of slimy slime
used it to play lots of pranks all the time
when i slimed a humourless bloke
he didnt see it as a fun joke
told me to stick it where the sun dont shine
The war to end all wars; has been fought'
Yet the world sum, of peace total
It remains at naught.'
greedy grubby grabby grimy grainy grim reaper
was angry with his wife, a wild woman on Thursday
He decided to break some rules and be a window peeker
We must report that many did not escape his wrath that day.
some of the things that
seem too good to be true aren’t
be honest next time
to anyone who came to his porch, friendly scarecrow gave a friendly hi
he’s so sweet! he’s a peach! he’s wonderful, an amazing guy!
in actuality, he was plotting their demise, for people he despised.
He gave them a happy wink, keeping his evilness disguised.
What happened you dont like my new poem??
Thats too bad i guess truth hurts really bad, but i stand by my opinion that this country is hell and not built for true souls who have voice but rich
capitalists who got no voice but pay their way through life it must be nice to hurt people
wake up call is what is coming our way this is not democracy but billionaires planning to have it only their way they gave us social media to make us happy and it looks like it actually worked we are all bought off by tik tok, facebook, and all the nonsense that comes with it. Why is everyone so comfortable with this, it isn't good, this is created confusion and illusion
we took the bait along with low income wage
is there anyone alive and aware or i am the only one. Dont be offended, its ok you'll get over it!
a Madagascar hissing cockroach fell in love with me at the dance
He chose me as his partner, and admired the way I prance
Just don’t step on me, he cautioned, as we did some loopsy-loops.
I was weirded out of course, and took a hard step……ooops!
little blue aliens abducted me last Wednesday
I was implanted with a foot sensor meant to stay
quickly seen by a doctor in a large x-ray
he decided to remove it last Friday
I did not want surgery, and limped away
the aliens cheered, tracking me to this day
I don’t really mind, said cousin Ray
His brain has never gotten in his way
the caustic mean queen bee was used to being the boss
if anyone else tried to take over, it made her quite cross
why do you think we don’t have a king? she asked a drone.
He was totally mum, for he was terrified of the throne.
I am not snoopy she said
But I noticed their past due notices
They were laying out where anyone could see them
This was a bit of a fib
You would have had to move a few things to see them
They are divorcing, it is public knowledge, she added
You can go to the tax office and see what they pay for their taxes
I have been up there to see what all the neighbors pay
I am not nosy, I am interested
Then she began asking me personal questions
Leading them with “I don’t mean to pry, but.”
“Then don’t pry, “I told her.
It was the end of our conversations.
My word is bond, see
My palm lines don't tell no lies
The end is unknown
Too player baby
I love to smile at the moon
Don't hate on my joy
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