DevilsParanoia

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No. 102.

whatever they try, wheels of progress never stop, nor will they reverse.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 101.

early in the month of may, we can take the old footpath, to go and watch the blue jay, as it splashes in the birdbath.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 100.

the rains of mid spring, feel like they will never end, but just like all things, they can not last forever, soon will come the summer sun.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 99.

each person is a snowflake, no mater how much they fake, none can ever lay claim, to being exactly the same.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 98.

the darkness of this reality, is out-shined by the light in our hearts, like a light house over the night sea.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 97.

clouds of white and gray, in a sky of blue and red, bring much needed shade.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 96.

you try to be nice, and they take that for granted, starting to need it, never asking what you want, demanding for more and more.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 95.

resting in the sun, the cat lies in wait, watching and learning, the birds build new roosts, and squirrels hide nuts.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 94.

i shed a teardrop,

as winter comes to an end,

for the last snow fall.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 93.

music made by wind, moving through pipes and whistles, music made by rain, falling on drums and glasses, mix to make an orchestra.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 92.

sitting on my own, writing poetry for fun, killing extra time, how much do i have to spare, until my finale one.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 91.

the king of this court, has long gone mad with power, and the masses know.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 90.

they fill their coffers, with blood of the less well-off, as earth slowly burns, as the air becomes poison, snubbing the impending end.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 89.

we dance to their tune, like fools in a ruler's court, blinded in our bliss.

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No. 88.

Steam rises up from the tea cup,

Wafting it's sweet sent into the air,

As I wright these short poems.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 87.

surfing cyberspace, looking for inspiration, finding none worthy, yet hear i am still searching, for something undestined.

[devilsparanoia]

No. 86.

sunshine heats pavement, cars become mobile ovens, summer is coming.