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I've been called many names. Bitch, slut, mols, knob head (said lovingly) mooch, and more. All mean a different thing, from person to person with different feelings and thoughts on me.
Whiskercat, whiskercat, where have you been. I went over to Opuss to check out the scene Whiskercat, whiskercat, what did you find.
@LittleKitten He's different. His eyes are the colour of rubies And his hair a snowy grey, As if he was decorated with a Christmas tree in mind; The silver tinsel And the glowing red lights.
Accidentally deleted this yesterday oops. Challenge by @gazplend He drives a truck not a van. his names Gaz, YEH MAN.
#anagram+acrostic W-eak minds, wired for fury.
I was there to witness. Candice’s inner princess. She wants the boys to notice. Her rainbows, and her ponnies. She was educated. But could not count to ten. How she got lots of different horses.
I'm a shit bus driver, I tend to get lost everyday. I'll overcharge you if you get on, then I'll ask you the way. I drink while I'm working and I'm always smoking drugs.
He awoke alone in a strange room and for a moment he was confused before the enormity of what he'd done yesterday hit him. He wondered how his wife was.
This here's a poem I wrote for Johnny, my favorite character from The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. This probably won't make a lot of sense if you haven't read the book, so sorry about that.
Hairy Mary your rather contrary. Smell like a tramp but dress like a fairy. Talk like a woman but walk like a man. Living inside an old transit van. One day soon you may realise.
#colourchallenge. There was a young man named Trey. Who's hair was silvery grey. The kids all made fun. Until he bought a gun. He became the silver assassin that day. There once was a man named Liu.
Yes that's what they call me. But it's really only a living. We all do something for money. Just wish they'd be more forgiving. The only thing I was ever good at. Not much at school but not thick.
You are Echolalia A girl cloned from deprivation And our new cynical shrugs. Tolerance of carelessness Makes a model of offensiveness And that's you, Echolalia.
She lurks in the shadows, her sugarcane smile, Seductive, this buttercup girl, She lingers and lurks, selling songs for a while, Then, under the moon, slips a swirl.
PG warning- contains the phrase 'local spunk bucket' Hairy Mary why are you so contrary What happened to the days of fun so lairy Now you look so unhappy and rough Seems to me you've just had...
Happily lonely. Or so it would seem. Computeristically minded. A Nobel prize in Physics. Is his aim and his dream. He is singularly minded. But often he strays. Into the world that we live in.
"Einsamkeit" I avoke to zhe infernal sound of mein alarm clock. How I vish vun day I could just sleep. Aaaaaaaaaahh, blissful sleep. Hey. Don't write this with mein accent. I hate these Americans.
You hear her before you see her. Megaphone mouth is what she is. The air is blue and common. Every other word is F*** that and this. The queen of potty mouth. She would shame you somewhere nice.
He is built like a tank. Air head and thick like a plank. He was quite the defeatist. High on steroids and the meanest. Hated his reflection but always looked. Catching glimpses whenever he could.
There are many Heroes A hero, Hero is such a strong word A hero is such a rare thing In the realms of fairytales many heroes have walked the earth.
Scarred once, By the touch and lick Of flames, Disfigured in a world Where difference Often leads to death, You became strong, A warrior, the best At what you do, Protecting royalty, A killing...
The Queen of Envy sits upon her throne. Surveying all that she commands. Her insecurity comes at a price. And her subjects bow to her demands. Once transparent in her land. Of lush verdant green hues.
Trenchart alley's dirty But at least it shuns the wind Of an evenin' (mid-October) When the sun's Autumn scarlet's thinned.
Her hair was bright, His hair was dull, His lips were thin, Her lips were full. Her cheekbones. Sharp, His cheekbones. Gaunt, Her eyes would smile, His eyes would haunt.