Poems from bry.spartacus
Dead silence, a loss of air,
Like a heavyweight shot to the gut, TKO.
She had left this world and everyone she loved on it.
I felt my 13-...
You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?
People who can’t control their kids.
I hate walking through Target,
Trying to buy food for my ever...
The call is sounded and warriors charge
to break the ranks of their adversaries.
Armor clash, caution thrown to the wind as instinct takes...
She sits there, beckoning for me to embrace her,
Her glossy wooden frame shining in the bedroom light.
I still haven’t learned how to pull...
Hail To The King
Hail to the king of the gridiron diamond
With trapezius muscles the size of an island,
Biceps and triceps that can...