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The Hive - photo for good times poem

Good Times

It is the now in your eyes,The then in my cries,That dictate our livesDuring good times. Coz circles then makeA hazier lake,And you can’t really wakeUp on the inside. The fog that’s around,You cannot be foundFor you are spellboundBy its inside. And you choose to

where is the love scottshak poem

Where is the Love?

Picking you up,Peeling you down,Pulling your insides out,Peeking through every holeTo see everything insideThat jumps around,Where is the love?They often talk about,That lifts you upAnd smacks you down,And giggles a peal of laughter out,And makes you smileWhen you are trying to not,And you are thinking

people living in boxes for Clockwork poem


Uptight people all around me,When was the last time you breathed?That file needs completing today,Are you already getting peeved?That paper craves writing,That order delivered now,That code run by the evening,You can scream within your mouth.Wrap your tasks or the dawn breaks,That lengthy project before you