Proverbial.
Invincible.
Simple & Special N It's Modes Most Odd. Why Do The Cockroaches Even Bother?
Laughter. Hysterical Laughter Of Mother God The Mad.
Maid, Does Her Perfect Chores, B4 The Gorgeous Virgin Maiden That's Her Mistress.
Compress Comprehensive Thoughts Often.
Dampen, Us All, Again Mother Earth With Your Tearz Of Purification
Emotion & Feeling Keep Coinciding With Lying. This Must B The Void Of The Soulless That We're Stuck N.
Men Win While Their Girls Giggle.
Struggle After Struggle Keeps Me Cursing Out The Next Obstacle.
Hustle On Back 2 The Skyways, On A Spaced Out Space Scooter, 2 Gaze @ The Dream Lady That's Most Celestial.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: April 27th, 2023 12:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Who'll Attempt This Odd Odyssey?
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
When the void is in your dreams
You start losing your seams
Celestial, tell her to come out.
And show you what life is about.
Well Said, Fellow Artiste. Love, Peace, & Blessings.
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