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.
...
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
...
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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House of fire
House of fire, yeah
Let's build a house of fire, baby
Not one of wood or stone
...
I'm going home
There I am in my bedroom
I'm safe and snug and snoring
and so glad to be there
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