If I could live my life as a rhyme, I would.
Happy Birthday to me, They're doing it to see, How much I can take, Just God let me be Happy Birthday once more, Another year on the floor, Slam my face in the window, Shut my hair in the door.
Southern homely England, fit for Britain... Touching history's tightest corners One by one the stones stand proud Not under one horse or gun will it fall Even cameras can't stay away.
The men are laying down their lives to defend their loyal land, They know what is forthcoming with the gun that's in their hand, Their mothers are crying and baying for blood that still stands...
This is to be a shared story with a friend. @comdon (blame her) It was Tuesday when Helen decided to leave. She did not know where she was going, or how to get where she was going...
In the forest, a little girl cries, Her mother clasps her hands as she slowly dies. In the forest, two becomes one, The foul work of nature is finally done.
Dream a dream of constant pressure, Things of beauty, things of terror. Things that cry in dark black corners, Running non stop for forever.
Imagine a place full of bright blue potatoes, Full of trees touching trees upon trees of tomatoes, Think of fish twice the size of the United Kingdom, Think of yaks and bananas in frocks swimming...
It starts with a feeling, at its full potential, Once pain is felt, it's not overtaken, Whether social, physical, verbal or mental, Pain can be blocked, not removed, you're mistaken.
"To the right!" I roll to the left and fall into the trench, the ground shaking me into the muddy bogs at the bottom. I get up, wearily, my gun hand reaching for the trigger. I shoot.
Heart flutters, pace quickens Lips pursed, breath thickens Light on you, almost blinding Brain scurries, picking, finding, 'Spill it, we know it. You killed the man. 'Admit it. You shot him.
It starts with pen and paper, Typewriter, print or screen.
You are walking through the forest And you come across a dog.
Her windswept hair lies, quite haughtily, Stood hand in hand, with daughter They ran away, quite naughtily, That evil man, he fought her.
And the clock tower chimed ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. And as the thirteenth chime rang throughout the small town of Bounderville, England, everything fell silent.
Jack and Jill, Went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water. Or so they say, The subsequent fall was inevitable They never stood a chance, They were written that way. Innocent victims of their story...
Eyes open, Eyes closed. Stretch, Relax. New morning is dawning, But still, back to back, Stand up, Sit down, Stretch, Relax. Fight night, unrequited The sky is still black..
Been away for months a time, But I'm back, please don't fret. I need to see your brilliant rhymes, The ones I have not read through yet.
Woah. Long time no see. :3.
Face down, eyes shut. Hold your breath, little Grace. Sister Cally misses you. She just wants to see your face. Ewan senior, son and friend. Canoe has washed away. The life of three and lost body one.
My cat called Mister Pussy, Not really a cat at all. He's meant to be athletic, But all he does is fall..
Welcome to morning. I'm awake and I'm yawning. But my sister sleeps til one, And now I've seen the sun, No matter, a new day is dawning. Happy Wednesday, my friends, of the week.
I went into a shop today, A last minute spur before I was on my way. I walked over the threshold without observing the name, Because every shop that I see looks the same.
-dedicated to the young boy who went missing on a beach near me, and was then confirmed drowned.- Little boy, little boy, Where did you go.
Hi. I'm back. My iPod died and I broke my charger, so thus, no power. Sorry..
(*Whistled merrily to a bouncy yet somewhat daunting tune*) Divorced, beheaded and died. Divorced, beheaded, survived. King Henry the Eighth was a brutal man, To the wives he sought to marry.
C an you stop a second, A maybe just consider, T hat cats DO dance, S ee, I'm not one for kidders, D ancing takes practice, unless you're a cat, O h, you're naturally flexible, no doubt you're...
Our Queen threw herself from a helicopter. I think that tops all. She kept on her drawers While she leapt a great fall..
Just wait a moment, Now I am not amused. Do I smell... A case of the GB Blues. We've got tea, we've got bull dogs, Hey, we've got fish and chips. And most of us disagree With the fake accents you...
A chanting chap, An Olympian Supporter. Queen of welly- toss, Street fair- caught ya. Sitting on the beach, By the old blue chippy, Caught up in the trends, An English hippy.
Ohhoh, @MelchoirJ13, this is war. You'll be beaten like you've never been beaten before. See no one else, as far a I see, Is more proud to be British than me.
E nter a land full of N argles and tea G reat Britain is known for many things, L ike bull dogs and the Queen.
Trees into lumber to timber to kindling, Flames flicker probing the wood that is dwindling, Firewood to fireplace to flint that just catches, Embers of amber to cinders to ashes. #household.
I've been to have a haircut, In our local spa, They're trying to impress us, But hair and beauty don't go that far. I sat down in the chair, Kissed my locks goodbye.
March 18th, 3016 The test is near. I close the door to our broken down cottage and breathe out. Opening my eyes I expect the worst but see nothing. They're gone. I'm headed for the Human Test.
Up in the midst of Wales, Hidden in the trees, Lies the ruins of a worship Brought falling to its' knees.
Everyone has felt it, so much it makes you sick,. A feeling so strong, your throat becomes thick,. 'It's such a strong word,' weak people say,. But the emotion continues to pulse anyway,.
It's dusk, and the sun is setting. The skyline orange-tinged. It's time, I'm already changing. My skin already singed,. I'm burning, as day turns into dark,. I'm ignited in the night.
When I've not all to do, I don't need a stencil. My thoughts and ideas, Explode from my pencil. I've been at it for years, But I won't say I'm good. But wait 'til you see What's under the hood...
It's déjà vu all over again, I can't sort out the words in my head. Words, rhymes, syllables, metaphors, My potion of poetry is certainly dead..
I watch the sick die, day after day, They vary to pass in different ways, I try to help but not all can live, It leaves me thinking, if only, what if.
"Wheeeheey. Foxy's in the games!" I blink. Foxy. That's what they call me. Foxface. The shout came from the boys' section of the reaping, from a boy I know as Tederick Downing.
"Dear sir, I come to you To ask you the greatest of favours.
Love is like a pie. Crispy on the outside, Filled with heated insides, That, When at the right temperature, Can be divine. But, If the insides are too hot, Or too cold, Then the pie is bad..
There was once a poor girl of twenty one, Hung on grief for the things she had done, Stripped of the child that she bore, There was nothing she wanted more, Than to find the forced father who'd run.
I whisper. But you can hear me if you choose. I lift the broken leaves. That steal beneath your shoes. 'It's just the wind,' you think. But you couldn't be more wrong. If you listen closely,.
Deep in the meadow, under the willow A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head, an close your sleepy eyes And when again they open, the sun will rise.
One small cup of sadness, One small pinch of joy, Two despicable thoughts of an auburn girl And three good deeds of a boy.
A smile can brighten someone's day. It can wash all dread, despair and sadness away, Give a stranger a heartfelt grin, Smile at your boss and you've reeled him in.
"GUILTY." It rings through my ears...
'Grey light is leaking through the curtains when a rapping rouses me. I hear Effie Trinket's voice, calling me to rise. "Up, up, up.
Auntie August is finally here, The height of summer and the end is near.
Hey, guess what. I'm all of a buzz... David Tennant is staying in the car park across from us. He's filming in our humble little quiet town.... I'm crossing my fingers to see him around. :D.
Suspended or held, balanced over a shoulder. Brand- shining new or perhaps a little bit older. I can hold all your memories should you choose to take me too,.
I blink, and I'm awake, My senses coming to, Smoke fills my lungs, I check the house There's naught that I can do I wake my mother and father Stir my sister and brother Tell them there's a fire,...
Locked Why can't I die. There Must Be a way To pass this by Held In a Broken Land No One Left To Hold My Hand Please, Can't you find a key. Please, Start by saving me.
I steal into the chamber in the depths of this place, My eyes adjust and I'm shocked by what I see. The caged room of my grandfather's house The ceiling strung with a hundred keys.
It's the power of the equinox hour. The witches out 'til late This is the hour of the strengthness shower Wicca, warlock or wake.
I'm pure, so it's forbidden My blood, completely clear My family outrule it They let me no where near.
Georgie Porgie pudding and pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry. When the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such fun And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Dear diary, Master takes me for a walk today. I use my super-sensy powers to sniff out a SQUIRREL Master uses me to distract nasty men, distracting nasty men is what I do.
Well, that was tough. You all entered such great entries, it was damn hard to pick the ones that stood out the most.
Dear diary, I don't know why I write to you, the ink just sinks into your papers anyway. But still, it's not like I'm willing to show my life story to everyone... Just someone. One person.
Sing a song of sixpence A pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds Baked into a pie, But what we didn't know About the feast fit for a king The birds follow the Queen and obey And she summons...
Hi guys, I'm back. I had a fab holiday, but got slightly fried by the sun despite the vast amounts of suncream I plastered on.
A house, abandoned, but on the mantle Lies a yellowed photograph. My mother, father, sister and I Snapshot of us, mid- laugh. I found it there, thick with grime and dust After forty years or so.
Sit upon my carpet And I'll take you for a ride. Close your eyes and think so deep And let the carpet decide.
JO Sephy's gone. It's just me and Tom. There are other people here, I can hear them. They're dead too. I'm dead. I think of my mother, my poor mother, and try and block out the screams of the others.
Sephy is writhing on the floor. Tom and I are standing there, shell-shocked. I've frozen, watching her scream and jerk spastically. Then, she's gone. Disappeared. With no trace.
Crouching in the reeds, Planning my next move. If you are seen the game is up, I have to be smooth. Bare my teeth, Focus my eyes, I still have The element of surprise. There. Target locked Weapons...
Lost. One cat As big as a dog, at that He's fat He eats rats He has a mate the size of a bat He's ginger Called 'Ninja' Is a bit of a cat food binger If you see him at all Please call..
Tick tock goes the clock, And what now shall we play. Tick tock goes the clock, Now summer’s gone away. Tick tock goes the clock, And what then shall we see.
Tick, tock Goes the clock Can't wake up from your nightmare Tick, tock Goes the clock Your worst fear is alive there Tick, tock Goes the clock Your time is running out Tick, tock Goes the clock They...
I can see you but you can't see me. How I wish I was there... It's melancholy.
Why is everyone so scared of me. They attack with their hands, they needn't be I'm only trying to help, don't you think. Slowly but surely, we're going extinct Can you help us, don't you see.
Opuss... one hundred. I've hit a milestone. I couldn't have done it If I was alone.
A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty. -Winston Churchill.
There was once a clockwork army man His heart was rusted round the edge. He watched his brother, Tin Soldier, burn As he sat upon the window ledge.
#household Ship Ahoy. The last peg hammered in The ship's together Let the voyage begin. Hit the bough with a bottle Of our finest champagne. Her Lady Titanic. Let's hope it doesn't rain.
I'm fed up of the olympics And they haven't even started yet I'm sick of all the fuss I'd hate to be a part of it. Go team GB. Hold on to the pride Olympics. Olympics. Olympics.
All the girls they can afford The Superdry dresses and Gucci shoes. I don't know crap about brands For me it's all bad news I'd rather spend my money On things that are worthwhile.
Fingers over fabric Picking out my dress Pink or blue or purple Deciding which is best At home I choose my makeup To match my light blue frock Putting on fake eyelashes Then taking it all off With...
Ladies and gentlemen. There's nothing to fear. Hold on to your pants... Wonderman is here. Watch me as I rescue Your cat out of that tree. Catch him, now will you. I don't want him following me.
I sit on my bed and I weep. From my room I hear passing of feet. No one bothers to come at this hour, So padding paws are my healing power.
"What have you done to your hair?!" "Gran, it's just straightened, I swear..." "Where are all your lovely curls?" "They'll be back, Gran, I am a girl..." "When I was a lass we were stuck with what we...
There is a girl who spends her life of school Trying too hard to be one that's cool.
Close your eyes and take a breath, Hold on till your peace of death. You and me we'll be allowed together, Doing what we like, whenever...
Oh, my, is that sun I see. Why, this is Britain. It cannot be. I better dig my sunglasses out If this continues, we'll have a drought... A drought. Aha, that's been and gone...
Up early on a Sunday morning. Bright and sunny as the day is dawning. Dancers' shoes and script in hand. Off to rehearse in the theatre land. What I do is what I love. Even when push comes to shove.
Do you feel fear. Loss. Anger. As you look up to me, do you cry. I laugh at my sacrifice. Fool of a child, petty thing, wonders into the midst of my schemes and lands as a sacrifice... My chosen one.
I stare into the nothingness. I've lost track of time... That's easy when you're dead. I look at Tom and Sephy in turn.
'Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself.' -Hermione.
All the children... run away All the children... go and play When the night is risen high Sleeping beds and moon is nigh That's when I am here to stay.
"You're here." "I'm here." "Okay... That's weird. You're here. Why were you not here... Then here?" I hug Sephy quickly and step backwards.
Incision?. There must be some mistake. "Sephy, I think I'm dead." "Dead. DEAD?. You can't be dead. That means I'm dead. We're not dead.
Am I dead. I laugh at myself, as that is the first thing that I think. Typical me. I sit up, and look down at myself. I frown. Why am I wearing a paper thin hospital gown. Was I in an accident.
'There are things worse than death. What Darkness can take from someone who walks with Light can change your soul.' -unknown.
Do you even know me. You bought me tulips, but everyone knows Do you even know me. My favourite flower is the rose. Do you even know me. It's like you just don't care Do you even know me.
A mystery, forever untold Is about to gradually unfold The story of Ophelia 'To cry me a river' The girl who died in the water.
Happy Friday. Happy Christmas. Happy Birthday. Happy Valentine's. Happy Pancake Day. Happy New Year's Day. Happy Holidays. Happy Lent. Happy Mother's Day. Happy Father's Day. Happy Easter.