I love when poetry tells a story but even more when it makes you feel. The great thing about this poem is how “Punk Rock Papa” Briton Underwood put himself in another gender’s shoes. WALK OF SHAME by Briton Underwood If these city streets could talk They’d speak about your late night walks And the…
I have been wanting to post this for awhile now and today seems like a great day to do it. Thank you Jerry for sending this poem to me and for being a good friend. Written by DodgySurfer Dark is the night And long it lasts My demons dwell On matters past I…
WRITTEN BY PRIMAL NIGHT’S AND HASTYWORDS The fire burned far too hot Thick blistery bubbles grew On painted yellow walls I felt the camera follow me As I got lost in every hall My senses, taste and smell, claw at me Sorting through disjointed memories Glimpses of shimmering flesh, and shadow Flash in…
I was always paranoid and afraid of every corner in my room I could feel them watching me, waiting to take me What if they came again tonight, their hungry faces angry Fright often laced my eyes up tight as I tried hiding in the night I can see them momma…out of the corners…
I got your hips locked hypnotic in a trance My eyes pull you deeper with a gyrating stance Feel my heart beat, beat, beating to our dance You became my victim when I made my entrance You’re mine, you’re mine mine I’m a bloodsucker and I am making you mine My veins run toxic but…
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