i am neither brave
nor loyal when shadows strike
the moon judges me
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
The moon judges you?
Like with a robe and gavel?
That's so effing cool!
"What is the quality of your intent?" - Thurgood Marshall
i am the new moon
i thump penguin wranglers hard
with hammer and anvil
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
i am the new moon
i thump penguin wranglers hard
with hammer and rock
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
i am the new moon
i thump penguin wranglers hard
with hammer and rock
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
I know you don't like
Unicorns and shit like that
Should I send faeries?
New Moon like Twilight?
Those stories by Steph Myers?
My penguins rule all.
"What is the quality of your intent?" - Thurgood Marshall
twilight makes me sigh
not the good kind, it's painful
vampires sparkle?
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
The softness of rain,
Lingers on my wanton skin
Soothes my ache inside.
campfire marshmallows
a good friend to name stars with
today is perfect.
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
your soft voice lingers.
my heart grieves in the new day
your absence miles deep.
Love spat on your face
Poor dry incapable heart
Too blind to see it
Rain fell yesterday
There will be snow tomorrow
My friend died today.
Thank you LauraLee_sugah and Trinket very much.
My friend would have appreciated the poems, and the sentiments, very much,
as I do.
The man who rescued
The child's wayward, pink balloon,
Smiled in gratitude
My morning coffee
Is as sweet as your embrace.
Now I want biscuits.
Prissy hips swishing
Speak volumes as she passes
She's out of my league
"There's only three tempos: slow, medium and fast. When you get between in the cracks, ain't nuthin' happenin'." Ben Webster
adventure outside
doors are meant to be opened
the world is endless
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
Someone slapped my face
Turned the light back on for me
Can I see again?
Woman who wake up,
Confucius say, far better
Than one still asleep.
Like a lovers kiss
I sink into your embrace.
I now crave your taste.
I feel the thunder
Rushing through my blood like fire
My skin needs the burn
The salt stings my lips,
Like dark licorice kisses.
I am addicted.