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Death By A Thousand Feathers
chained to fluttering pick-up drones / our binary stars colliding / uncoordinated corruption / leaving wings burnt / and CPU restarting
Note: title inspired by title of poem by @asorcererpoet .
chained to fluttering pick-up drones / our binary stars colliding / uncoordinated corruption / leaving wings burnt / and CPU restarting
Note: title inspired by title of poem by @asorcererpoet .
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Pebbles mixed with Grains of Salt
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Shamed as New Underwear; soiled
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
No Humour laughed as Passion swooned
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Pride stood and fell; fooled
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Envied Tounge bit the Dust
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Silent Hills in darkness; filled
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Death was present; all around
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
The Feedback too Strong; Down Down Down
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Fish swam the Oceans; wordlessly
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Taxes rose as Pebbles watched; dreaming
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Passion stumbled on Fish; leggings
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Death lurking in Hills; barren
At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
No Humour met Taxes; heartly agreeing
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
as he reached the summit; empowered and
humming
humming a song
of trust
of hope
of lust
My purpose here is to write bad poetry, for you to get inspired and write better, so that in the end I get to read about our darkest hours wrapped up in dreams with a bow of hope
It doesn’t matter how much you try and avoid the news to keep the suspense up when the first thing you do is to watch the post-race show. The pre-race show is the better option…
The universe just deleted an hour of my day. Why do I never get a say in matters of time and space. The world would be a better place if time stood still and the earth was a pancake with raspberry jam.
The universe tried to do that to me, but I said nope!
I tried a “nope!” but nothing happened…………… 🙁 and! I was really fond of that hour, we had plans!!!
The universe just deleted an hour of my day. Why do I never get a say in matters of time and space. The world would be a better place if time stood still and the earth was a pancake with raspberry jam.
unbecoming / the thoughts are mingling / I paint a pretty picture / they dance around the Christmas tree / yesterday and tomorrow / a waltz of two / the now standing guard / interference unavoidable / as the bucket spills over
the punishment
the punishment was living the rest of his life as a mortal / to drink cheap wine / eat fatty food with no greens / to seek love / only to find / empty beds
Okay… after re-reading this it does sound like a prompt. Feel free to write a novel 😉