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Breathless

I’m breathless, Gasping, Suffocating, Winded. The air’s been struck out of me So I’m panting, Like the asthmatic that I’m not. I’m just thirsty for oxygen.

Lynx - A mental word game for one player

Rule 1 – Think of a word. This is your starting word. Now think of a word that begins with the last letter of that word.
Cherry

Our Morning

An ode to something about life

If all the charlatan world should sing

I've recently been writing a poem every day. This is today's.
Cherry

Salsa

To be read fast Red room Hazy gloom Latino tune Near full moon Silver straps Rhythmic claps Quick-footed traps “A dance perhaps?” Too late to leave Don’t think –believe

Zwischenzeit (meantime, interim)

There’s something strange about this place, Between breathy dark and early dawn, A silence noisy with the whirring of restless minds. Night time never fully black In a city with insomnia.

Arsehole

you gob shite you arse wipe you absolute twat. you wanker you plonker you snake and you rat. you nob head you dick head you ungrateful shit. you arsehole you skank hoe you total eegit.
Cherry

Plight

Crumbling, Shredded wings flutter. A dull shimmer on the bleak sky, Churning the monochrome palate Of the night. Once silver, I remember. Regal paisleys, Nacré velvet.

what to do?

I always wonder who i am, what i did myself in this life, what is my significance, but never got a answer from myself, i dont even remember how many times i failed in achieving what i want!