Well, we both write poetry and we were talking some abstract shits about dying. He said he doesn't want to die. I quoted him some famous poet and I said that he is a poet too and he is dead, so there are no barriers between death and poets. He got very mad and told me that I don't respect poets and he said...
...everything was going great. The cattle had been fed, the barn roof was mended, there was a good meal waiting on the kitchen table, and the mortgage had finally been paid off.
The English, as well as the American Indians, engaged in barbaric practices like torturing and mutilating their captives, as well as taking body parts as souvenirs. Could either side in King Philip’s War make any legitimate claim to moral superiority? Why or why not?
If you're not a troll, your boyfriend is irrational. I'd be quite happy that he no longer wanted to me. Move on.
I've known some serious professional poets in my time. Some were a little quirky, but none would have behaved like that.
(British Zoologist and knight)
(As in, "It sure is nipply in here," to express how cold it is, because cold makes people's nipples stand out.)
Ok, it's a lyric (and a great one), but yes, it's poetry.
The Library of America published a collection of Cole Porter's lyrics as poetry.
Scent, pent, lost cost.
Live laugh love!
Chester the molester who wears polyester.
Great, but where's the punctuation, dude?
Aww, he sounds so sad, TBH. Why is he likening himself to a ''forgotten hero'' that is either ''going nowhere'' or ''temporary''? He doesn't sound like he's enjoying his time as a senior citizen.
I particularly liked ''our days of youth now long...
Why do you insist on rekindling an old flame?
Would you water a dead flower?
And then insist that it still rain!
Though we bleed from similar veins, What do we stand to gain?
When we see through different eyes, and we go through separate pain.
You say "how you have altered", when it's you who's...
stay in the woods with taylor?