Poems from DrippingFingers
Drip, drip, drip goes the blood,
Down the black and silver sword.
It has taken life.
Through it sleep was given.
Through the eyes.
The...
America!
Split a peanut five ways—sell it six.
Bright boxes of fake food,
Eight dollar coffee,
Manmade drugs rule.
America!
Whining,...
Blood flows.
Death walks.
Cries come.
Bodies everywhere.
No life.
Nothing around.
Nothing breathes.
Nothing lives.
Decca surrounds the...
Chains bind her.
Unable to break out.
Alone—Hated.
Feared—Loathed.
No one wants her.
No one cared for her.
Chains hold her.
Cold and angry...
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet.
Colors are a part of our lives.
Black, Gray, White, Brown.
Colors help define us.
We use...