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The queen of the spring has delicate fingers that can do anything; whether make the flowers sprout or make the birds sing.
Cellophane squeaks as I Unravel the seal Edge my nail under flap For a 'chew after meal'. 14 chewy soldiers Stand straight in two rows Minty aromas Start to reach my nose.
"fear me [life] for I am Immortal "~Death "to compare myself to you [death] would be improbable . I , as a being , am I , and therefore not you .
It is probably very windy outside... All is dark and quiet in the house... lucky people are all asleep. Only the wind blows...
It's come to my attention. Among some other things. It seems I am no use to you. Without my puppet strings. I'm just a wooden marionette. I'm just a wooden toy. But I have feelings in my heart.
Lately I've been feeling that, rather than getting anywhere, The Earth is stubbornly moving in counter-rotation to my every step.
The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight: The glowing orb above me, In its shining silver case. It's the only one that knows me, The only one in space.
My name is Death. I'll come for you. When you least. Expect me to. In your car. On the train. Bright sunlight. Or driving rain. In the day. Or in the night. I'll come to make. Your soul take flight.
Air that costs too much, You pan from eye to eye trying to find the truth. We all rush on her to take our hand, she buckles beneath us like a lame horse under a fat child.
This wind is wild, Whipping the scrawny Fingers of the trees Into a lashing frenzy, Pulling leaves, Like teeth from blackened gums, Scattering their dying forms, A sprinkling of confetti, On the...
I stare out of my living room window, I sit there pondering the difficulties of life, the rain begins to dance down the glittering glass.
There once was a peanut who lived in a shell. Day after day, that’s where he would dwell. Dreaming of heaven: saw life as a hell. He longed for the fingers to fracture his cell.
'Twas midnight in the schoolroom And every desk was shut When suddenly from the alphabet Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!" Said A to B, "I don't like C; His manners are a lack.
I feel a bit sorry for Wednesdays. It arrives in a storm of apathy and no one really notices it tippy-toeing away. Mondays .... universally hated without question Tuesdays ....
I am the moon that loves you cold in the night’s sovereign, alone and old. Through your window I shall creep in, lay on you like water, shine kissing skin.
For you lol hope you don't mind too, enjoy.
"Are you lonely?" The wind whispers. "Does it seem like I am?" I asked. "Well, if you can hear my whispers you must be. Because that means you are alone.
Once, I laughed my socks off, And they ran off down the street, I caught them, but they wouldn't let me, Put them on my feet, They danced around behind me, As I made my way back home, They jumped...
A weeping willow said to me. I'm crying uncontrollably. Because all of the other trees. Are growing skyward unlike me. There there I said don't be depressed. You're better dressed than all the rest.
Unearthed. Deprived of peace. My resting place disturbed by a gorging drill. My self awakened from slumber.
I am the Not-A-Clock. I do not pass the time. I do not live by increments, Nor mark them with a chime. I have no hands with which to point, No face to read my thoughts.
Once there was a snowman, So graceful and so cool, He was just standing there , he felt like such a fool.
I am a shiny, golden key. I was dropped by my owner, close to a tree. He was searching for me. Frantically scanning the park. But he knew it was hopeless when it began to grow dark...
I am your old teddybear. Forgotten, unwanted and alone. I sit in a box hidden under your bed, where you left me to go the rest of my days.