PensivePenguin
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Here’s how it is:
We get in; we get out.
No hassle, no room for chance.
A ploy is all; a pick at the universal stitching, a chuckle & retirement.
Life and love in golden villas.
-The End.
Groups
PensivePenguin is a member of Gaia - The Living Planet and WMG.
Writing
Have Confidence
My fears and yours – they can keep their scaly mouths shut. It is time to shut off the oxygen.
Broken
And I wonder whilst observing all of this: Have I made a mistake? And the only answer I receive is: Alone.
The Nonsensical Narcissist Nods Knowingly.
Burning, yearning, searching, hurting, / Festering, unresting, suggesting GO BLIND!
Creep O' The Night
We each earn our own demise, / Flooded, blooded: dreaming of a life / Which taunted our tears, / With each turn of the year, / Till all we can hear, / Is the creep o’ the night. We each preac…
Three Short Poems
Midnight monsters, come to feed
Everybody Gets What They Want, Depending On How Much They Want It...
Twilight and taunting, haze all bleary and cloaking; viewed from within turns men into monsters and women into wraiths…