https://soundcloud.com/poisonicecream/a-princess-and-a-frog?si=c68c9f5e5fa542c6889c6427faf1ecec&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
LESBIANS
LESBIANS ARE EVERYWHERE JUST WHAT ARE WE TO DO? IF NONE OF US CAN PROCREATE THE HUMAN RACE IS THROUGH TRY TRY TRY TRY AS YOU MIGHT YOU COULD NOT WRITE THIS VERSE CAUSE LITERATURE IS HARD TO DO AND POETRY IS WORSE!
Poetry and Musings of the Mad: Midnight Call-to-Arms
Poetry and Musings of the Mad: Midnight Call-to-Arms: There’s a hunger deep inside of me That only you can cure. A wanting and a needing For a love that’s rare and pure— For you’re that special...
Sorta Suicidal
Sorta suicidal, no, I really wanna die
I cannot live in a world where everyone is right
And not a person ever had a thing that they could learn
it's pointless to learn anything when no one can discern
Truth from propaganda it's the nature of the times
We're forced to fucking live in where knowing anything's a crime.
Poetry and Musings of the Mad: Tickle, Tickle Child
Poetry and Musings of the Mad: Tickle, Tickle Child: Tickle, tickle, child You’ll be all grown-up one day. The world will be your oyster; You’ll have many games to play. But what you will inhe...
Making Sense of the Madness
Most of the time you fail, but it doesn’t mean you stop trying.
Sometimes the injustice weighs you down like the Mariner’s fabled albatross.
To simply take a step becomes the most difficult task you’ve ever faced.
Sometimes the evil overcomes you and you wish like Hell there was a literal Hell
As all your Christian friends fervently believe…
Admitting they have so much hate in their hearts that they wish ill for some not only across a single life span
But for eternity too.
And you realize that if such a place were real, it would assuredly have been constructed
For people like them.
Binge (2/26/96)
Penstroke, scribbling on the page—
Life is not a simple stage.
Predetermined before me.
Life is what’s ahead of thee.
Love and flowers, bliss, and joy—
I pull back because I am coy.
Wishing for a different view.
Wishing I knew what to do.
Wanting more than worldly chatter.
Insides churn, my brain—it rattles.
How can I abide the clamor?
How can I put down the hammer?
Pray for silence—then I cringe.
Boredom fills me, so I binge.
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Please Listen to my song A Princess and a Frog
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