Pm me I’ve made hundreds
why don’t you post a few here
A duck
said “■■■■,
I’ve ran out of luck”.
We should do a creative collaboration.
You write poems, I do illustrations. We start a Facebook cult page for depressing poems.
You know what sucks?
Cancer,
with a side
of bitter
coffee.
That sounds like a fun and creative thing to do.
There is a famous Instagram page
I lit a solitary
candle,
and turned on
Bach. I then told my dog,
“leave me alone…
I don’t
want to
talk.”
Don’t You Dare
Cheerful person,
Don’t you dare
come near
my
Bubble.
Down
I wrote this
poem, to
drag you
down.
Thanks for posting your work
When I Heard You Talk
When I heard
you talk,
I told
myself,
“I either need
to pull out my
Glock and end
things,
or, just
take a
walk.”
With that said,
are you going
to keep
talking?
Down II
This poem’s
sole
purpose,
is to take
you down
with
me.
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