Cascadia Legends and Poetry
The juice drank down, and then gushed the inner throat;
gobbled down like water, and slurped warm like a coat. The evening day that was, like a glass of good juice; 58 more words
4 days, 8 hours
The Daily Graff: Mon.-Fri.
A wrought-iron bench,
I often get drenched
weather or not I mind,
and people complain
in sun and in rain
I put ridges on their behind. 12 more words
Trying to preserve his students’ sanity,
he tells them that inertia is simply laziness.
Mass is how much stuffing a person contains
—a measure determined by waist size. 81 more words
1 week, 1 day
This is what happens when you mix writer’s block, and too much internet browsing. It was meant to be done as a spoken word poem, and is comprised mainly of internet memes and pop culture references. 249 more words
1 week, 4 days
The following poem is an autobiography of a man from a very remote district of Uttar Pradesh who has to come to a NEW CITY: MUMBAI (The City of Dreams) in order to fulfill his dreams….. 180 more words
2 weeks, 2 days
Inside My Head And Through My Eyes
I might just live to be 75
So I have two more 25s.
Well, if I become a vegetarian
Maybe I’ll live 20 years less than a centenarian. 108 more words
3 weeks, 2 days
Standing there, looking like the
definition of a dumb-ass,
your grey fur and four legs,
with an iq south of 90,
stop swatting flies and read a book!