Mummify Poems - Poems about Mummify

...Blood is life, today           Blood is life ,tomorrow                     Blood in his body, Yooh! - in animals, Why not in the trees? Haha, haha, haha! Trees live too...yooh! Fish swimming......Read the rest...

... "The Padded Soft Cell" Here they cover their mirrors with garlands of poésies to stop billabong reflections pooling through the inmates congratulate each other walk......Read the rest...

...Apostle Matthew encountered... artist, dragon and gangster extraordinaire Here at 2 Highland Manor Drive Schwenksville, Pennsylvania. Actually all three people linkedin to each other courte......Read the rest...

...A black widow spider spins a silk thread into a near-transparent dream catcher filling her with joy and her meals with dread. A very cunning, deadly flycatcher ready to pounce and mummi......Read the rest...

......So why do we keep ghosts in here when by the day many folks die? Well, you see, it’s technology, it tears them apart from the inside. Since they are merely energy all the fields from our gadg......Read the rest...

...Anubis waits before the gates of hell, To mummify your morbid love entombed… With sustenance a sanguinary smell, Despondent demonic desires consumed… An enslaved eternal epitaph lie......Read the rest...

...On the day that I stop writing with passion, on the day when you see my name and it does'nt provoke an attraction, and on the day when I write a script to your disatisfaction, I'm giving you permissi......Read the rest...

...Time ticks by there's no time to cry You can only turn a blind eye The world is ready to horrify And I wont stick around to say goodbye While I solidify You try to justify these actions ......Read the rest...

...Forest trees are defrosted by rains - they look as though they were frozen through time, only to wait for spring to boast their greenness. As the hands of time move, the trees protect birds,......Read the rest...

...I am a tomb of ancient bloom. I was young once, and pretty. Now that I am of middle age, and beauty fades, I must adjust. To being unseen, no beauty queen. I must not dance or prance about. ......Read the rest...

...The Needle’s House Waiting For the Third Time Out Arabic Poem by: Salah Hassan * Translated into English by: Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk) ====== Between me and me there is a civil war! It’s......Read the rest...

...Without hesitation, we Consume youth like a pill--Watch: The sunset crushes into the sidewalk Spilling shadows in it's haste. Tendrils of smoke mummify the wide open spaces We've come to know, billow......Read the rest...

...Strange faces facing stranger...faces once familiar, once borrowed time from the wholesaler....with the retailer.... shared time and places similar....attention meaning superior, where is that spa......Read the rest...