This piece is part of my 'Waterfall of words' series. I wrote this 3 years ago and its original title is; 'Poppy Cock'.I used to write stuff like this with DUP user Skyra when the site was still up....

Meeting up with the ladies at the bar to blow off some steam on a Friday night. It's supposed to be a relaxing night but instead it turned into this conversation.Hello ladies, and welcome to the Do It Right...

My legs are my motor The wind blows behind Neither mod nor rocker Just a man on a ride   Like the kid at Christmas By the lead colored tide No dreams of darkness Just a boy on a ride   The endless hill climb Breathing petroleum air Descending rush of...

Passive aggressiveness arises amongst the best of us.Invisible subliminal projections of degenerates.Pluralized but lone, victims of the thoughts we clone.Weakened by the reasoning and lessened by the scars we own.

Lay me down in the bed of poppy flowers so I may dream Lay me down in a bed of roses that screams romance and tenderness Lay me down in a field of sunflowers as the soft breeze cascades over our...