Cool wind blows
Autumn's herald harkens
Balls sweat no more
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No poem has ever instilled such wistful hope in me before
And as the leaves fall, I am falling for them.
Fuck this shit
I want out
Let me go
Home
Written like a man at work on a slow day!
Roses are dead, Violets are dead, I suck at gardening.
With practice makes⦠ah, yes, of course, more dead flowers.
π nooo I can change
We need rain, I'm told.
It rains, complaints grow tenfold.
The rain disrupts the soil, the soul disrupted in turn.
Fucking fuck. Fuck me dude. Fucking hell I swear. Fuck
That's fucking beautiful, dude.
Dude I cracked lol
Calm and contented
For nothing happened today.
I am satisfied
A window to the world
without any Windows
My Computer.
(I wrote it in a few second before looking at the OP post, but the form turned out remarkably similar)
Every day is another test. I forgot my #2 pencil.
And yet, with no pencil in hand, wisdom is espoused.
Seriously, this one was great. You should remember it always.
"#2" is two words. But dropping either "I" or "pencil" would work.
Life is too short Make of it What you can
Hodor hodor hodor,
Hodor hodor.
Hodor hodor hodor,
Hodor hodor.
I lack the wit, so I can't rhyme for shit.
There are two or three and sometimes four? Potentially... more.
Sometimes less is best.
If all is zero, nothing is.
Hobby horse, eat a cake Jump around, break your leg
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Poetry is hard to
In the night we can't see an absence of light
darkness falls
on old days of life
of a fool
The poems
I wrote,
I love 'em
but I'm broke.
Vainly struggle
Against ill intent
Until we recede
Into oblivion
Today is Dog. Yesterday was Water. Tomorrow will be Monkey.
The glowing sun projects its rays, consciousness reflects the age.
My mind slows, but the world hastens with every day.
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