Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. Marshal Gebbie Feb I Warrant in the dead of night When phantoms stalk thy peace of mind, Incineration souls aflame Might cause thy yellowed teeth to grind.
I Warrant that through centuries These ghosts shall ride thy spirit hard, And man shall weep in horror when He looks upon thy cruel regard. Continue reading Filibuster or Milieu Thesis. There was a motion on the floor for the nomination of a proxy to be my epigone. I feared I didn't have enough votes to challenge so I filibustered.
Have you been sleeping in my bed Have you been sleeping in my bed because I found the traces of your skin the traces of your skin Have you been sleeping in my head because I found the traces of your thoughts trailing through my skull with a warrant for my sanity crushing my soul with a warrant for my sanity on a one man police force trying to stop me from breaking through your skin and injecting myself an IV of pain and amphetamine muscle relaxers and a single tiny white pill to break through your thoughts and find my place to settle down and sleep.
This might be more song than poem. I don't know. It seems like its been forever since she left. It hasn't even been two weeks. Nat Lipstadt Nov Road Trip: Thinking it's about time find yourself within II This particular poem was born as a one line response to a message.
But in many other forms, half written, it exists still, un, unfinished, waiting for the next burst energy, the next holiday time, to reach a new finish line. This is a different but similar to a poem posted on June 2nd, "Poetry Round find your self within " Any error of omission is unintentional, but know that this took many hours, until fatigue won. If you never told or revealed to me your location, know that you will be called out, to and unto me, in another poem, called "your banner is my flag.
