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Obviously my last one. May have been blunt. Some of you won't like it. You'll think I am a cunt. Pregnancy is hard. For women this is true. But how do you think your parents. Fucking made you.
Crimson clouds stretching across the horizon. Fierce is the fire of the dawning day Kissing the mountains, banishing grey. Arisen, angel of death, escaping night's dark prison.
Ninety nine posts have been and gone, and this is my one hundredth one, I've written rhymes and some prose too. Some posts were silly, some posts were true.
Alice has all the luck I have never been to wonderland it seems to me sublime to meet a rabbit with a strange concept of time.
I was having a very pleasant time,. When something strange came from the sky,. Which was ,in fact, a butterfly,. It came with the wind blowing left and right,. It really was quite a beautiful sight,.
It twirls and curls, Up in the sky. Leaving the fire, Not saying goodbye. This silent assassin, Never asks why. Beautiful yet deadly, Stinging your eye.
This poem is full of crap, This poem is a bore. Don't bother reading this poem, It will soon seem like a chore.
StuckToMeLikeGlue, ImpenetrableAndMessy, AnnoyingAndSticky, ButTheTruthIsNecessary. WhyDoYouHaveToBe StuckToMeLikeGlue.
Isn't it strange how words from more than 50 years ago can just pop into your head for no apparent reason: Ten men went to mow, Went to mow a meadow, Ten men Nine men Eight men Seven men Six...
"Sit down, relax and dine, Drink a glass of red wine, Talk to me and you'll be fine To you I lend these ears of mine So talk, shout and whine, I won't mind I just want to understand you and be kind.
Love's regale, Of a terrible tale, Told only with a kiss. Love's labours lost, Then found again, A story not to miss. That last dear play, Of Shakespeare's work, Lost down a drain or not.
Teenager, Who cannot dance, Love to daydream, In a trance. Book obsessed, Read every night, I hate slime, Gives me a fright. Long blonde hair, Falls to my waist, Big blue eyes, Stare into space.
Hello, my friend, It's a special day, Glad you could attend, Take a seat and stay. Ten months ago, When we first met, Beginning of the show, Moment to never forget.
I could lose myself in your eyes. A sweet beautiful paradise. Unspoken words to your soul. A moment to cherish and hold. A lifetime that you don't see. I look deeper and I see clearly.
Well everyone else is doing it.
My heart's a thing. I can't explain. When it embraces. Joy and pain. My heart is young. It catches fire. But keeps me safe. From harm's desire. My heart is old. But still so strong. Keeps me here.
I don't care whether you're tiny or fat. I don't care much about that. I don't care whether your smelly or sweet. I don't care if you can't touch your feet. I don't care if you're rude or not.
. SOMETIMES. D instant glances E yes meeting S miles inviting I nclining towards R elishing the idea E ager anticipation. TURNS TO.
| | | | | | | | | Where does the rain fall to and from. Why does it dash with such aplomb.
It really pees me off, When my Internet is down, It means I can't get on my apps, And so I growl and frown.
January rain was David Gray's whine, Foo's February stars continue to shine. The ides of march our Maiden had told, Whilst Deep purple's April was ever so bold.
Tragedy rests on the wind. Carried on cold breath. You're falling into my arms. Mere moments before kissing death. Unspoken, shallow words. Rest lightly on pale lips. Soundlessly falling to the floor.
Great explorer,. Great inventor,. Tell us your truth. Oh great story sender,. Truth doesn't fit. With this twisted notion,. Well that's okay it will. with this strange devotion,.
Deeper and deeper, The further I fall, Steeper and steeper, This love heals all. Can't get enough, Of all this romance, Call my bluff, I'll take the chance.