Poetic Plague Doctor

Category: medium goodies

  • Addiction

    Broken reflections Dark desires Sharp knives Burning fires Things long forgotten Then remembered to late Hoping for abstinence Sealed in fate Praying for mercy But what would you giveTo undo all the things that you already did

  • Hiya

    Hello I’m a person You may so no but it’s true Yes I can feel Though I know it won’t change what you do Treat me like a doormat or a bug to be squashed Either way is your loss Because I am a person And I will not be broken My spirit is stronger…

  • America Scam

    People take, but they do not give They breathe, but do they live? Like hamsters on a wheel they turn, sweat all day, and what do they earn? Worthless stacks painted green, they keep chasing that “American Dream”. In the end, what does it mean? The wheel goes nowhere, you’re standing still. Even children know…

  • Money and Value

    See the worldand its people look at all they do.Is there anything really new? No Nothing is new under the sun.Nothing fresh upon the earth.So what is all our toil for?What’s our work really worth? If fame is what you seekyour toil is in vain. If money is what you want,then your effort is for…

  • Laugh Lines

    Pain. What is pain? Break free from its restraints. Don’t let the dull throbs and sharp stabs keep you from refreshing smiles and rejuvenating laughs. Happy and healing, even through tears. Just soldier on, through the days, past the years. Fight your fears. Let the laugh lines mark your face; so the proof of your…

  • Jaded

    When I read these tomes of fanciful loreand yellowed pages of the days of yore I gain a new perspective on the present daya jaded view on our new ways When they say “Forward-thinking”I hear “Forget from where we came”When they say “New and improved!”I hear “New song and dance, the same game” They teach…