I am a poetry enthusiast with a variety of poetry styles.
Some are love poems, some are hate poems.
But I guess that love and hate are the basis of life, Aren't they?
(My motto for life is 'There is no God, he is a figment of our imagination. There is no Karma, we punish ourselves. No destiny, we choose our own path. No freedom. We are bound by our own laws. For now.)
There was a redback on the toilet seat,
When I was there last night.
I didn't see him in the dark,
But boy I felt his bite.
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The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
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You spurn my natural emotions
You make me feel like dirt
And I'm hurt
And if I start a commotion
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The devil went down to georgia,
He was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind, he was way behind
And he was willing to make a deal.
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House of fire
House of fire, yeah
Let's build a house of fire, baby
Not one of wood or stone
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