Poem -

Locks

shots fire. Windows break. Yet the pain still lies wide awake. Push it back to the loneliest ends of your mind, and it breaks the windows. It shoots the gun. Demanded to be awoke in the teens of your listening and attention. Only one price. Your freedom. 

Like 1 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Latest poems in Melodrama, Tragedy

Poem -

THE GREAT DIVIDE

It’s not by choice that I am here
Among the thorns, I lay my head
Led of fire, piercing the...

Poem -

A MAN ALONE

A MAN ALONE

Where is he that one can depend
I sailed the globe in search of a friend

Like the universe...

Poem -

A tragic tale of infancy

A tragic tale of infancy

Muddy gruby kittens pounce into my mammys washing machine

To be cleaned with fairy pods and...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com