PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

he was muttering to himself,

speaking outloud to the chaos and beaty of his personal surrounds,

then a shrew screeched out of breath,

just "shut te fuck up," as if she were the cornerstone of what he drew and smmoned.

he curled over in his chair, like the gargoyles hej knew so well,

and exclaimed i hope you weren't talking to me then,

for if it is silence you want to hear,

then once again you shall be the one none dear.

he sat quietly broooding at the audacity of the filthy rich,

As the chaos of his art beauty and energy glowed with fury

And so this was the one he had taken risk of his life, quarters and to know better lost quarries?

this time she had said one too much,after theives had removed

what little fresh food he had foraged the day before, she it seemed was not one,s proof.