Poetry Blogs (thugs)
MISUNDERSTOOD Random moves and shameless dudes, Midnight shades and sullen moods. Roaming dark streets in silent hoods, Secret signs and stolen goods. A world of violence and cold, stark fear. No words to be spoken, no sounds to hear. Hiding in the shadows, in dark, dank doorways. Sneaking through alleys, in the damp winter haze. Cold empty gaze, no emotion or regret. Steal...
Sunday 8th July 2012 1:04 am
"The Pit is such a place, where peerless deeds
Are writ with potent wyrd, and heroes wild with passion
Stake all on their steel-resolve, certain of God's grace."
"You must have drained a dog ere daring that, you cur!"
Said Loco-Man - the leader, called the Lord of Pain.
"Now heed, who has not heard the hoary truth:
We fought a fearsome for...
Saturday 6th March 2010 11:50 am