Blank Walls In an empty space Nothing on the inside Empty on the outside No sight Nor any sound Looking all around
By Christopher Beard4 months ago in Poets
The last spider It sat down beside her Really surprised her Didn't despise her This is where you will find her
Away Sitting here Didn't know what to say There was nowhere to play Gone were the great days Some were becoming afraid
They keep taking what is mine They think everything is fine But they keep taking everything that is mine They must think I don’t need a dime
The last verse It sounded terse Such a burst But what is worse We hope it is not a curse When you read it Hopefully you will see it
The Dictionary If you wrote a dictionary, would you explain A to Z Or just explain how to get from A to B? It might be about type
Toorak Jack Just because he is black Doesn't mean he has a lack In fact, he owns a stack Can easily afford a Cadillac
If Zero Didn't Exist Imagine if zero didn't exist Then there would be nothing Oh but wait, we would have to have something as we just got rid of nothing
The Scream It seems like a dream Yet this really is the cream Standing here on the bridge Motionless Yet fear on an empty face
The Ward They walk the ward No voices Surrounded in silence Eyes that don't see Mouths they have But words that don't work
It is all Chinese to me We say it is all Greek to me If only we knew Alpha from Beta Then everything would be better
At a loss Couldn't stand the boss Had a lot of things gathering moss Other things seemed like they were almost on the rocks
