Low End Poetry

I have a knife under my pillowI feel its sharp bladeI'm ready for what's at stakeWithin reach a flashlightto warn off all the creaturesthat come ou...

Sometimes all I needIs a conversation Sometimes A bit more compassionSometimes I wonder how it'd beIf I didn't give up on myselfSometimes I ask mys...

Married man Wicked oneNo songNo romanceOnly wants a lil' danceMarried manWicked oneTells a million liesTo be between inviting thighsHe knows what f...

A privileged son raging onQuestions turned into accusationsWhat's going on?Lies pouring down like a cascadeRehearsed in the back of a blacksecret s...

The old manWith grooves on his faceDeeper than an off road tireIn his red CorvetteWaits for the last Sun to riseWeary eyes Have seen for too longAl...

The book of liesIs where evil hidesWritten by father timethe black leather bindingThe textbook onSimple manipulationshows how to destroyan entire c...

(Per tutti quelli che c'eranoE che sempre ci saranno) Lotti fuori e dentro i cancelliContro spranghe e manganelliContro er fero e la lamaSenza paur...

Another week withMissing appointmentsMore disappointmentsAnd broken promisesIt's a well known proseOf meeting someonewithout a stolen roseI should ...

I'm looking for a way outOf this intricate mazeI'm afraid I don't have the skills necessaryI am showing my ageMy body and mind acheAnd I'm often en...

Pictures of you flowFramed by a hazy glowHeld for a momentThere's no tormentFrom a familiar soundI know you are aroundAs I attempt a smileI am sorr...

I visited regal palaces and mud hutsBeautiful arboretum and gardensAll the most famous museumsPrayed in the oldest churchesKneeled inside foreign t...

I don't know where I found this old bookLeather bound, with bite marks of some kind, probably of a famished houndOn its richly adorned, aged, gilde...