Food for thought was good while it lasted
From improvised justice many have fasted...
26th October, 2015.
By Poetic Nation Sisters...
Tip toeing 'round a tree of thoughts,
the one that has spheres like planets...
She is painting this bottle
with a tint of green...
Alone I stand
Everything to give...
Hide tears' secrets; or they'll know
how to make you cry...
Did I hear a knock? A poem
Was there someone knocking on my door? I do...
There's a storm coming, one like no one has ever...
All of the news reports confirm it...
Today, I awoke yearning to pray.
The air I breathe feels uneasy...
A multitude of fragmented words
filter in a cesspool of ink...
Am I bound?
To another am I found, when I awake with the first...
Life is just a game of Russian roulette.
You play your reckless game...