Coal-A-Phunt: The Writ... by vicioussuspicious, literature
Literature
Coal-A-Phunt: The Writ...
The COAL-A-PHUNT, like the Elephunt
is a beast of GIGANTIC stature,
though as their HAUNT is under BEDS
this SAYS something of their NATURE.
They prefer the DUST and UNDERBRUSH
of dirty BOYS and GIRLS,
WHO never SWEEP or clean
and in this mess of trash and debris,
THEY only really feel FREE
to catalogue the secrets of all they HEAR and see!
But never fear the COAL-A-PHUNT!
For they are KIND and NICE,
and though they prefer DIRT and GRIME,
they wouldn't never think TWICE,
of helping YOU with your STUDIES
from their messy PARADISE!
SO help your LOCAL Coal-a-phunt!
By saving all your DIRT,
and BRUSH it under your BED at night,
beyond the docks WIP by vicioussuspicious, literature
Literature
beyond the docks WIP
Come with me and Ill show you,
the world in which we live.
Not a gift really, what I give,
As you will surely see.
Come with me beyond the docks,
of which our world comprise.
To stare deep in what lies,
neath the water, creeping.
Behold! The endless gulf of time!
Through which our species sieve.
And that we thrive with such below,
watching with patient yearning.
They roam in gloam, Their benighted home,
a dance, a turn, and there They live.
Silent, waiting and such I give,
to you, how horribly.
Never name them, those beyond the docks,
nor ever seek them, for,
they roam in gloam, Their benighted home,
and those w
i like moody pictures by vicioussuspicious, literature
Literature
i like moody pictures
i like moody pictures
sepia and ink.
landscapes i will never see
things that make me think.
the characters you pose for me
the gravestones that you stack.
the connections of sky and sea
the weaving of a sack.
i like it when it's gloomy
or bright like shining knives.
the things just quite consume me
these pictures of different lives.
so be it dream or nightmare
or the flashing length of time.
i will still be sitting here
slowly composing mine.