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I stare at the others, feeling the tension rising. No one wants to be here, there should be elsewhere, having fun. Or crying, in the case of Blue.
"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.
I've been left alone with Herman In my house, abandoned, forgotten , Just me a bubbling cake mix Brewing, angry, plotting.
I once burned brightly. I danced across the floor with complete freedom, reaching to touch the skies, Cackling with glee.
When he's sad He paints the clouds grey. When he's angry He fills them with forks of lightning. When misery becomes too much He hides his tears Until they fall as rain.
'Oh my,' said Mr. Left Thumb, 'This week has been a farce. I've bled until kingdom come Because of some silly arse.
Embraced by branches,. Dressed in leaves,. Enlightened by sunlight,. Chest filled with a breeze,. Eyes of molten silver,. Chocolate smooth skin,. A sigh to enchant all,. Birdsong played with violin,.
As I lie here. Caressing you softly. I can't help but wonder what I did before you. You light up my face when darkness comes to me. You speak to me when no one else will.
I'd like to just say hello to you all Before I start this silly poem about my little blue ball This probly seems pointless Well actually it will be Well, not really pointless Just a little bit...
Rainshine come to me, Your presence I decree. I don't care about the water, but the sun I need to see. Rainshine come to me, I need the presence of you.
I was part of a line once. Deliberate, straight, and happy. Fluorescent orange on dark grey. Stretching forever. But no more. Alas, I am now alone. There is no longer any line. There is only me....
There are eight friends with odd names, they are very peculiar. Let me introduce them to you so they can say who they are. I am pride, I'm stubourn and I won't stand down from my point of view.
Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the fate of this young girl... She will be put into the Arena with Life the Lion.
The emotion police are wreaking havoc inside of me, Handing out fines to all of my organs Because they are underpaid and fear unemployment.
I am within you, I am without. I can make you a genius Or burn you out, I can melt you like plastic In a fiery furnace, I can make you crack Make you ashes, worthless.
I hold the enigma of this fleeting state Called life in my hands, And just like I it can run through your fingers Unless you follow my commands.
You can hear me running Tiptoe through the trees Teasing your clothes and hair, Laughing, wings on my heels, Or you can hear me roaring As I showcase all my might, Hell hath no fury like a woman...
Wind wind how she roars clattering at our windows and banging down our doors. taking casualties as she blows.
Right. Where have you gone. It's been almost a week. If you don't turn up soon I'm going to call the police. I'm really starting to get the vibe That you're not so keen On covering my wee tootsies.
The trees rustle their branches all askew,. Making such a racket as you wind your way through,. You stir my hair and tickle my cheek,. And whisper in my ear,. As you friendly blow through the sky,.
Opuss you are charged with a serious crime You are accused of causing insomnia this time When I should be fast asleep in my bed I am rhyme rhyme rhyming in my head No longer can I turn over when I...
A large mirror hanging around, watching a cigarette rest, Asking, 'Why are you lying there, your a smelly human pest?' 'Relax.
In a dark, little corner downtown Seven shady figures gathered round, Each as deadly as the next, Each trying to be the baddest.
Monday cleared his throat so that he could speak 'I'm tired of being seen as the start of the week. Everyone hates me because I bring school And work and various chores to do.