https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BrittWit4473/hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BrittWit4473/678387Specially requested Poems I wrote this for halloween The night of the living wed A couple have wed they have their Life story ahead. They fly to the med with nothing to Dread and have some champagne that flows to their head. They do care for the stories they hear, of the dead that pass when the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BrittWit4473/669032I wish there was a knob on the TV so you could turn up the intelligence. They got one marked "brightness" but it don't work, does it? ~Leo Anthony Gallagher Pandora's Idiot Box Our dull minds are easy to find we are now on Pandora's time. We watch soaps that capture dopes with hapless hopes who...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BrittWit4473/668497Meadow The grass is green as envy. Misery ceases to exist. Beauty isn't history. The air is far from cold, The sun is pure as gold. No one here grows old.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BrittWit4473/668242I started writing a novel, this plot line is surreal, and wild. it's about a girl who's dad is Gay and owns a clothing company which manufactures clothes for drag queens and tranny's. She has Barrister Mother and her Step Dad's a retired Stockbroker. A room with filled intriguing Artefacts, These...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BrittWit4473/667824I wrote this when I couldn't sleep, I overslept and was late for work. The Valley Of The Kings There is land where Everyone sings, It is known as the Valley Of Kings. Each night it has a Soulful rejoice, Everyone chooses That rightful choice. The unconscious slip away with their subconscious. The...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BrittWit4473/667559The first and possibly the worst poem I'd had ever written. Perspex Coffer The air is bitter and stifling The crowds are still trifling. I am here in my humble abode, No one can hear my notes, Even though they are bold, My cries are abundant, My laugh is made redundant. All I hear are hollow...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BrittWit4473/667034By the time I finish this rhyme, I’d seen the brights Of city lights. Taken flights to significant sights. Discovered highs from strangers Lives. I'd broken ties and made lovers cry By now you eyes have seen my lies.