A student with math on the brain, Found learning it caused quite a strain. The formulas, oh dear, Would often bring tears,
By himanshu Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A teacher named Mr. Wise, Shared knowledge in a way that's nice. With a chalkboard and chalk, And stories that talk,
A hammer A sword in a stone A thrown waiting to be taken To be conquered by the forsaken To be shaken loose But it is you that must choose
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
An ode to longing Why do our expectations often crush our being? Why does the yearning for desires leave us forlorn and unseen?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
Each sentence for her is a myriad Of words to prove her theory of Writing prose toward her goal She supposed was birth control
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Oh, where did you go Are you beneath the bed Or in the pillow Where are you strange fellow Lost to eternity How did you ever enter me
I just want to love you But you’re not here I don’t want to be above you Nor below I can see the hole in your soul Can you see mine
Listen to the strange harmonica Of this world’s phenomena Feel the shattering feeling of unease As The Scattering tingles all around you
No one listens They just talk That’s why I like my black box They only listen for something to use To abuse you with That’s why I like my black box
