Poems from malcolmk

I strive to be the opposing thought.
Oiled by Sunlight
I am the opposing thought  I am like Argon oil to your face  I reside in the sun rays that tan your skin  I am now that push that burns...
York
With your limoncello colored dress Veto away the stress, yes Let's flesh down in Rio and bless The chests of the drums And the mess of...
1000
Calling my name a thousand times Until I focus Look in the mirror Tell me what you notice Smile Hide it all You look fine Brush your hair...
Peter
As the fever grows I know its ready Each pierce from the locus Buffs my emotional audacity Puffing steady The sting of each betrayal...