spend all day on the road
don't want to go home
got no place of my own
got a free spirit
but don't got no soul
got some wings
but they been clipped
pluck out my feathers
with an overgrown beak
Parched, cracked lips
Sun-dried face
Copper-colored skin
A roll of old tobacco
Withering black beard
Rough, calloused hands
Dirty finger nails
You're as easy to read as the lines on your palm
the orphan and the phantom by DAMNZYORE, literature
Literature
the orphan and the phantom
the orphan and the phantom
the orphan agnes! onyx locks spun in
thick braids, around her neck shoes
gilded with rare stones
in the basking light, feet upon the earth
arched, balanced upon the toes
rolls into her pose
slender arms bow, grazetoss the wild curls
the chest extendsdrops it down
audience applaud
white sister goat bleats, she rises swiftly
on handsome hind legs she stands
she declares the time
la esmeralda! whose skin was kissed by
her only cons
scale the wall, dom claude by DAMNZYORE, literature
Literature
scale the wall, dom claude
scale the wall, dom claude
beneath the dangling priest was the pyre
he broke open his knees to evade the fire
said blaze was created thus by the molten lead
which-so poured down from the cathedral over head
he lifted his cold eyes and saw his deformed son
this man above him would see that he was undone
from under the devil's egg, guised as a swollen brow
an object, quasimodo's rueful eye, would watch how
the gypsy's body convulsed as it hung from the noose
the archdeacon alchemist's grip was becoming loose
unlike sixteen year old brother, he was not by the church impaled
instead he met the earth once more as his final breath was e
spend all day on the road
don't want to go home
got no place of my own
got a free spirit
but don't got no soul
got some wings
but they been clipped
pluck out my feathers
with an overgrown beak
Parched, cracked lips
Sun-dried face
Copper-colored skin
A roll of old tobacco
Withering black beard
Rough, calloused hands
Dirty finger nails
You're as easy to read as the lines on your palm
the orphan and the phantom by DAMNZYORE, literature
Literature
the orphan and the phantom
the orphan and the phantom
the orphan agnes! onyx locks spun in
thick braids, around her neck shoes
gilded with rare stones
in the basking light, feet upon the earth
arched, balanced upon the toes
rolls into her pose
slender arms bow, grazetoss the wild curls
the chest extendsdrops it down
audience applaud
white sister goat bleats, she rises swiftly
on handsome hind legs she stands
she declares the time
la esmeralda! whose skin was kissed by
her only cons
scale the wall, dom claude by DAMNZYORE, literature
Literature
scale the wall, dom claude
scale the wall, dom claude
beneath the dangling priest was the pyre
he broke open his knees to evade the fire
said blaze was created thus by the molten lead
which-so poured down from the cathedral over head
he lifted his cold eyes and saw his deformed son
this man above him would see that he was undone
from under the devil's egg, guised as a swollen brow
an object, quasimodo's rueful eye, would watch how
the gypsy's body convulsed as it hung from the noose
the archdeacon alchemist's grip was becoming loose
unlike sixteen year old brother, he was not by the church impaled
instead he met the earth once more as his final breath was e
Parched, cracked lips
Sun-dried face
Copper-colored skin
A roll of old tobacco
Withering black beard
Rough, calloused hands
Dirty finger nails
You're as easy to read as the lines on your palm
I've started a new project: a poem a day.
The goal that I hope to accomplish is writing a poem each day for an entire year.
I hope to write at least six poems each week (which technically isn't a full year), but it is realistic.