Poems from John101Harris
Get up and run! Get up and run!
Run from your fears, run from your tongue,
Hear the voices, hear as they once sung.
Get up and run! Get up...
"Born with a curse?" the woman pondered, fiddling her purse,
sh discovered the worst...
that this "curse" was all in her head,
that came...
Plastic...
We are just plastic molded into form,
hard driven and thick.
To much can make someone sick.
Boundless yet breakable,
seeking ...
Ode to the sweet yet bitter lustious flower.
"I grow to spawn want," it sang noxious sarcastic slander.
Laughing temptation abided soft...
It screeched in my ears,
Echoing across the earth.
The everlasting sky bent to hear,
the Presents of Death and Birth.
My mother's hands...