My Menses by #X (author of the original pussy thread)
#X.
Posts: 142
My frustrations are like,
My stomach ache.
Oozing inside,
My brains bleeding too.
Crystal clear fire works,
Erupt upon my skin.
Nothing shows, while
The implosions carry
On inside, shrapnel
Beware, flying.
Full moon is singing.
My phone rings and rings.
No good is finding it's
way through the lines
of miscommunication.
I wipe the blood.
Clots form and
Dissolve.
The red tea,
stinks of life.
My stomach ache.
Oozing inside,
My brains bleeding too.
Crystal clear fire works,
Erupt upon my skin.
Nothing shows, while
The implosions carry
On inside, shrapnel
Beware, flying.
Full moon is singing.
My phone rings and rings.
No good is finding it's
way through the lines
of miscommunication.
I wipe the blood.
Clots form and
Dissolve.
The red tea,
stinks of life.
"The Poet is a madman lost in adventure."
-Paul Verlaine-
"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
-Edgar Poe-
-Paul Verlaine-
"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
-Edgar Poe-
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Merry Christmas,
Bu2
or fresh jokes.
It's about being one
with the earth. Duh. #X.
-Paul Verlaine-
"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
-Edgar Poe-
i see life and sadness in this.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce